Young Knives

Home, Home is where the house is Roads and roads of houses Roads that carry on Home, Keeps you moving forwards I think you'll walk forever Don't, follow the signs They are misguiding Despite the design This world's not fit for you Not fit for you Fit

i got dressed up up to the nines i took a look in the mirror i wish i was thinner then everythinng would be fine at least i smell nice so come on and breathe me in whats the point? cause everybody looks famous and they've been wasting lots of time ev

I had a day to work on a song I flicked it up and down with my thumbs The day had gone I hadn't begun I was bored I was bored Ooh Part time forever under the weather Ooh, take it or leave it better believe it I was bored I'm not one to be at a loose

Can you play your part? Did you say just a little bit more? Where the Day-Glo ends There's another one around the bend Who you play just a little bit more Breakneck, breakneck, it's plain to see Your long legs are a fantasy Your big old fish a fallac

Who are these people they are too stupid to be your real parents I've met some bone idles in my time but they really take the buiscuit. I tried to make talk to them nice I wanted them to like me yea!! But the time went by and the look in their eye sa