Stumpwork

Come here, you little party hat
Let me squeeze you
And do your hair
Don't go over there

Chemical Brothers
Fat Boy Slim's
Peach Nut
Peach Nut

I thought I saw a young couple clinging to a round baby
But it was a bundle of trash and food
Trash and food

(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

A ceremonial crawl-through
Designed to keep toads off the roads
Hot head
You know you've been written down in the big book
And on their bin it said '189 MOTHER'
You're just jealous of the star
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Crushed
(Doo-doo-doo)

I feel your approach
All the hairs on my arm raise up
Because you are wearing a fleece
That has become electrified
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Whatever

Whoa, I just killed a giant wolf
Why are you revving?
Are you enjoying yourself
By doing nothing and staring at the wall?
Busted

What I really love is to not use something to its full capacity
Not full power
Half its potential
Medium
Roman remains
I am not in charge of what I do

The only thing I could think to ask was
"Do you like stumpwork?"

(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Hugh Andrew Buxton, Thomas Paul Dowse, Lewis Maynard, Florence Cleopatra Shaw
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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