Petrolhead

Lyrics
When September lasts For two hours The clash Of glasses Crumbs In your [?] A glass [?] super-soaker Entertain me As the clock Ticks off The pennies Ballpoint precision Ink on the back of your hand Words you should've lived by 'Fumar mata' Slow, no motion Petrolhead Don't say things you can't take back Do you understand? Jackpot The bottom of the bottle Of glory Hayfever sufferer Sips 'a water Panic in the cellar Deep breaths on kegs But red rum won't run If it couldn't hear the gun Slow, no motion Petrolhead Don't say things you can't take back The pest, with a bad back Thе expert of knowing Ale was chеaper than telling his kids He loved 'em Now, at Christmas Do they notice One less Gift Of a half-hearted [?] Slow, no motion Petrolhead Don't say things you can't take back When hands drank the soap Flies refresh your breath I'm fitter than a butcher's dog Fitter than a butcher's dog Fitter than a butcher's dog Fitter than a butcher's dog Fitter than a butcher's dog Fitter than a butcher's dog
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Credits
- Writers
- Tom Holmes
- Harrison Swann
- George Sullivan
- Chloë Stacey MacGregor