Artist: Fall, The
Where's the sixty quid you borrowed off me for the gas?
I won't give you a kiss
'new faces' on saturday at six
Brought you back to me
I'm sure it was you in the new audi
Remember when you needed three caps of speed
To get out of bed
And now you're on ecstasy
With your daft african pop
And that wine you call bull's blood
I thank the lord that you still don't live next to me
Fall, The: Telephone Thing Fall, The: Chicago, Now!