...and Vandalism Lyrics - You Am I

I know this guy 

If I'm the mayonnaise, he's the cream 

Some sit and wait for the ride 

While others become the scene 

And he can see a Wednesday morning 

Like others see Friday night 

It's all an open book 

It's just how you vandalize 

A double stitch on the shirttail 

While the rest of us split on the seams 

He talks about Art Blakey 

And I pretend to know what he means 

So now it's three gigs a night 

While your girl digs up the UAE 

And burn up like a matchstick 

The whole damn city can see 

The sun caught me hiding 

Just enough for someone to see 

My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands 

Cracking through the grit in my teeth 

So when did you decide 

That there's only so much you can lose? 

The best choices come 

Just when there's nothing left to choose 

So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs 

'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks 

Who just can't whistle the tune 

Yeah and yeah, hit while I sit here on my hands 

Measuring compliments with a spoon 

And I'm never too far away 

I know this guy 

If I'm the mayonnaise, he's the cream 

Some sit and wait for the ride 

While others become the scene 

And he can see a Wednesday morning 

Like others see Friday night 

It's all an open book 

It's just how you vandalize