Fucking hell, man
(Okay, ready now?)
(Yes)
I couldn't wait to leave that town
It broke my heart
I had to go (Shit)
I made a choice to see this out
I lost it all
You didn't show
All you wanted was some violent form of love
Immolate me (Oh Lor-)
All I was looking for was colours blurred
And words that I'd forget
And now I'm singing "Slow down
Keep those feet on the ground
I hope you'll be home soon"
Somehow we'll figure out how to cope
This is nothing we can't
There is nothing we can't do, right
You lost your voice
You couldn't sing
You couldn't talk about it
I stood and watched
The summer shone, rain down our backs
We didn't care
It was enough
All you wanted was some violent form of love (Love!)
Immolate me (Violent, Vio—)
Woah
All I was looking for was colours blurred
And nights that I'd forget
Now I'm singing "Slow down
Keep your feet on the ground
I hope I'll be home soon"
Somehow we figured out how to cope
This is nothing we can't
There is nothing we can't do, right?
[ Children singing an interpolation of Linstead Market]
Oh, Lord, what a night, what a night
What a Saturday night
Lord, what a night, what a night
What a Saturday night
Everybody come feel up, feel up
What their mumma no bring
Everybody come feel up, feel up
What their mumma no bring
Oh, Lord, what a night, what a night
What a Saturday night
Lord, what a night, what a night
What a Saturday night
(Aww)
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