Murray Street

Dance-less romance-less,
I'd thought you'd gone insane
Drink more and think less
You might forget my name
It's been two weeks love
We've hardly left the talking stage
And I think I'll blame Elvis
For showing us a life on the stage

It makes no difference baby
We'll still play the same old shit
I hope you like pop punk and Limp Bizkit

Amp up emotions
Drive yourself wild.
Speak like a baby
And throw yourself around like a child
It's your birthday
Why don't you cry in front of everybody
You blow out the candles
And watch the sparks go out in front of me

It makes no difference baby
We'll still play the same old shit
I hope you like pop punk and Limp Bizkit

It makes no difference baby
We'll still play the same old shit
I hope to God you don't ask for the hits
We only play to underground ears 'round here
A place to waste away your years
In vodka and rum, you've had all your fun
A place to drown away your fears
In vodka and rum, you've had all your fun
In a place to waste away your years



Credits
Writer(s): John Topliss
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