Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks
When the smaller picture is the same as the bigger picture, you know that you're fucked
When you're trading paper cuts for splinters, you're out of luck
Like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you
The architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ready and bruised
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over
And the buildings ornate but it's lacking in soul and character
We're burning five story buildings, laying man traps at the fire exits
Playing feedback over Tannoy systems
You look desperate, you look pathetic
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
When you're trading paper cuts for splinters, you're out of luck
Like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you
The architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ready and bruised
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over
And the buildings ornate but it's lacking in soul and character
We're burning five story buildings, laying man traps at the fire exits
Playing feedback over Tannoy systems
You look desperate, you look pathetic
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
One blink for yes, two blinks for no
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone
Credits
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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