Lyrics

Night is over, but no sun rises And darkness slides into day Neon startled by ruptured downtime And sputters adverts in grey And there's a light in a fast food concession Attracting children with mothlike response They drag you over "oh grandad Please buy me some happy wings" It's just some scraps from The slaughterhouse ceiling Diced & coated in fat But every portion comes with bimbles That you can stick on your hat There's little zak with his pet armadillo Captain yaxley and turf cutter pete Driving his tractor to pinsworth-on-twee For some happy wings You want some sprinkles on your hotfries? I don't care what it costs We'll have a take out or eat it instore I really don't give a toss And there I go again losing my patience Mummy said that she knew I'd get stressed But that's the price thay you pay For the pleasure of happy wings