(Heaton/Rotheray). The sheets won't need changing everyday. The freezer supply should last a year. Those hidden little points that you're away. Nothing much has changed since you were here.
He was just a social drinker but social every night. He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four. She was just a silent thinker, silent every night. He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before.
(Heaton/Rotheray). One day I'm loaded, next day I'm broke. Spent all my money on whisky and coke. Riding high 'till the rock hit the spoke. It's like window shopping for blinds.
(Heaton/Rotheray). . Who's gonna tell the orange. they're actually brown. Who's gonna mop up for grey. when they've painted the town. It's the news that everyone dreads.
You'll know when romance is dead. Your make up in a toolbox somewhere in the shed. His face is unshaven, the grass overgrown. From the shed to the bed is a web you call home.
Queuing with the old folk. There's an old man with a wicked smile. Not through smug politeness. He's doing it in style, style. He's doing it in style, style.
(Heaton/Rotheray). There's no more little secrets we haven't yet disclosed. We bore the living daylights of anyone too close. And all our cards at Christmas are written to us both.
(Heaton/Rotheray). Revolutions come and go but we'll just have to wait. The time is nigh to sit and plot exactly who you hate. . Sirens in the neighbourhood.
Hey hey. Hey hey. . The sheets won't need changing everyday. The freezer supply should last a year. Those hidden little points that you're away. Nothing much has changed since you were here.