Itchy Teeth

So I cough, I heave awake with the juggernaut
Sold to a new grey, and in his arms I
Churn an hour at the bus stop; that brummie metre salivates
And tolls like a migraine

Like itchy teeth, like a second hand
Just me and my trolley and 'got no change, man'

Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can't
Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind

Just grow and grow and start your families, fake the landing
Seethe like an engine, but stay calm
And "keep an eye on the GDP", clever people terror cry
Weep for the ending

Like itchy teeth, like a second hand
Just me and my trolley and 'got no change, man'

Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can't
Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind
A quick mouth to mouth, a bright undertone
Oh, England, that sound is a belly ache for don't know



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Whittemore
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link