Тексты песен «Trip»

Applecheeks He picked her up a nice bunch of motorway roses And they stumbled into a photo booth and pulled some funny poses He told her about his christian rock group, guns and moses He's glad she laughs at his crummy...

Breathe He thinks there's too many Christmases and not enough Grinches As he studies the back of the Alcha Seltzer pack while watching his drink fizz His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit 'cos he's sick of Dusty...

He thinks there's too many Christmases and not enough Grinches As he studies the back of the Alcha Seltzer pack while watching his drink fizz His cold fingers turn the radio down a bit 'cos he's sick of Dusty...

Go Away October 87 in a South West London cul-du-sac When mum had her hair like Cher, and those jackets with shoulder pads Dad snorted the mortgage and the hurricane stole my cat And my sister started hanging out with...

Laundromat She only had on a smile when she had an orgasm At the Laundromat Just her and the tumble driers getting horny At the Laundromat Today is laundry day for Christian He puts in the itchy Christmas jumpers that...

Olympic Breakfast Olympic breakfast at 8.99 Olympic breakfast I'm waiting for mine Olympic breakfast from six till nine So don't say anything until it arrives The milky tea stings my lips as I take a sip While Chris...

Soap is in the air Feel it everywhere There is magic in the air All aroundjust when you need it Soap is in the air Feel it everywhere There is magic in the air Come come Soap is in the air tonight Here's another...

Rented They spent that Thursday morning, yawning, channel-surfing, and slagging off all the bands She got lips like Audrey Hepburn and she tastes of strawberry jam He tries to put on a Geordie accent 'cos he knows she...

River Phoenix Mikes mum used to say the Beatles weren't the same now John's gone And all that's really left is Paul McCartney and his frog song Mike thinks she's not wrong As he puts some clean socks on And looks into...

Summer Sundays Break out the take out It's ten past eight now I swear the weather-man just said my name out My beds covered in red wine stains and She's got kind off a meg ryan face to her Search for my pen and pull...

The Gambler I'm out on this ledge With my hands out stretched My feet together I've reached my tether Take a deep breath My cheeks get redder The pavement will spell it I don't need no letter I gambled everything and...

Who's That? Who's that sitting at the bus-stop Look at his mug shot Looks like he's been mugged off Woken up at night by the guard dogs Plus he's got a pile of old broken alarm clocks I can't even be bothered to Read...