In a half -light back of my neck I had to dig this buzz
I had to thrill to the chic of shake
There's a lure in the wretched
chair and the sweet fruit stew
All I ever wanted was to taste it too
There's a call in an alien tongue
Not enough to pretend I care,
Really into your incredible drip
and your truck stop juice
All I ever needed was a good excuse
Hold tight, cos I'm doing all right
For I found a little boy with a sunburn
I got a ten -week tour, but I don't want it
I'm here after all of these years
I was born with a fortunate
streak and it pays my rent
I go to sleep to the moribund
sounds of the tapes you sent
And if anyone tells you that
Hold tight, I'm doing alright
For a barrow hill boy with the sunburst
Riding by the great sea god
And the shadows in the night
But I don't wanna be an arm here
With a straight side deal
I won't look so clever if it disappears
Before I fly back on my neck,
I ought to thrill to the chic of
shake and the king of scuzz
And there's a lure in the ratchet
chair and the speed freaks too
All I ever wanted was to taste it too
Alright, hold tight, I'm doing alright
Barrowhill boy with a sunburst
I'm here after all of these years
With a state I feel stuck between
I want it so bad but if it disappears
It's a wonderful thing but
Hold tight, I'm doing alright
Barrowhill boy with a sunburst
I've got a ten -week tour
I'm here after all of these years
I won't look so clever if it disappears
It's a wonderful thing, but I can't feel it
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