Bigger Than England
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I just can't make up my mind
Hit the post-punk dash, leave you behind
Godsend, feels like a star
Yes, the girl and the car
A late summer craze
I felt like I'd been waiting there for days
And still, no hint of thrill
It could have been a lot of sex
But lazybones expect too much
A recipe for the morning
Dope, sex, protest, retro rock 'n' roll
A thin white line in confidence
Surfing a brand new dawning
Ah, the golden age of golden graves
Stay-pressed squares and choker chains
Quick to set myself free
I want to be what you want me to be
Suck the cred, I won't be spoon-fed
I'm tired of seafront hags
The hip cuts, spitmake, kiss cuts and car fags
It's you who hold no thrill
You sugarcoat things, don't you?
I wanna be with you instead
A recipe for the morning
Dope, sex, protest, retro rock 'n' roll
A thin white line in confidence
Surfing a brand new dawning
Ah, the golden age of golden graves
Stay-pressed squares and choker chains