...And Vandalism 歌词

I know this guy If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream Some sit and wait for the ride While others become the scene And he can see a Wednesday morning Like others see Friday night It's all an open book It's just how you vandalise A double stitch on the shirttail While the rest of us split on the seams He talks about Art Blakey And I pretend to know what he means So now it's three gigs a night While your girl digs up the UAE And burn up like a matchstick The whole damn city can see The sun caught me hiding Just enough for someone to see My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands Cracking through the grit in my teeth So when did you decide That there's only so much you can lose? The best choices come Just when there's nothing left to choose So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs 'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune Yeah and yeah hit while I sit here on my hands Measuring compliments with a spoon And I'm never too far away I know this guy If I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream Some sit and wait for the ride While others become the scene And he can see a Wednesday morning Like others see Friday night It's all an open book It's just how you vandalise