Birmingham Lyrics - Singles - The Wolfgang Press

Wolfgang 

Wolfgang [Incomprehensible] 

Wolfgang 

Wolfgang 

Face the facts and don't look back 

There's a hole in this middle town affair 

There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest 

That I think I'm going to have to sit in 

You're a sleeping bag 

You're a rhyming slug 

Pressure, pressure 

Man is sick of chairs 

From the heart of the sins above ground 

Around here, I think I'm Jesus 

And I'm sick of all the songs about love 

Head hunt in Birmingham 

We're going to hurry down the same old roads 

I'm not going to think that I'm a Jesus 

Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone 

Pressure, pressure 

[Incomprehensible] 

Fix this, kiss this 

I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this 

I'm going to have everything I want to have 

I'm going to seed some mean 

I'm going to raise a scene 

I'm going to raise everything I ever had 

I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this 

I'm going to