Grounds for Divorce - Live From Spotify London

You can see fast
Alright, it's all right
Hahaha
Is it too fast?
So let him do it
Alright, you do it all
One, two, three, four

I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Down comes him on sticks, but then he kicks like a horse
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
There's a tiny cigarette case
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep

There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall
There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

There's this whispering of jokers doing flesh by the pound
To a chorus of supposes from the little town whores
There'll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge
And I'll bring you further roses
But it does you no good
And it does me no good
And it does you no good

There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall
There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Barry Jupp, Guy Edward John Garvey, Craig Lee Potter, Peter James Turner, Mark Potter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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