Tell me why you came here, squatting round a Game-Gear like Sega never died
We met inside a warzone you said "let's fuck the Ozone" but boy, that hole's too wide
You goosestep round the garden singing "Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can break my stoic stride, I'm as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge - it's hard"
And we can argue that our planet's best don't ring your brother cos there's no contest I'm sure you'll make a decent father theres a world war coming in Oh the seasons I've been worrying
You drown a fly and murmur; "The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school
and we use spray-tan in the trenches now the problem with the French is how they won't admit they're fools"
and you never tell me anything you never tell me anything I can't remember dates and times
and I'm sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy - it's hard
I want to tell you that it means so much I want to tell you that it means so much I'm sure you'll make a decent father there's a world war coming in Oh the years that I've been worrying
Oh I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks Than see you waste away your days with clocks In every corner of your parent's home And there's no world war coming in All the reasons I've been worrying Just forget the parts you'll never need All these things I'll tell you when you wake up
Make a child, a child, a forest
Make a child, make a child, make a forest
Compositores: Alexander Kaines Robertshaw (Alex Kaines) (PRS), Jeremy Joseph Pritchard (PRS), Jonathan Joseph Higgs (Jonathan Higgs) (PRS), Michael David Spearman (Michael Spearman) (PRS)Editor: Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #4264157 em 03/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM