Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues
Eat what you are while you're falling apart
And it opened a can of worms
And the gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad
But believe me I'm innocent
And I'm fearful, I'm fearful, I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Nicotine stained on account of her crutch
And I'm aching from fucking too much
And I know what I do but it all points to you
Did you sell me to wanderlust?
And I'm fearful, I'm fearful, I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Eat what you are while you're falling apart
And it opened a can of worms
And the gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad
But believe me I'm innocent
And I'm fearful I'm fearful I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
And it opened a can of worms
And the gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad
But believe me I'm innocent
And I'm fearful, I'm fearful, I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Nicotine stained on account of her crutch
And I'm aching from fucking too much
And I know what I do but it all points to you
Did you sell me to wanderlust?
And I'm fearful, I'm fearful, I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Are you coming?
Eat what you are while you're falling apart
And it opened a can of worms
And the gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad
But believe me I'm innocent
And I'm fearful I'm fearful I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Chapple, Andrew Falkous, Matthew Harding
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