old hats (demo) - lloyd cole and the commotions lyrics
i was cleaning out the ashtrays
i was easily impressed
understanding matthew’s cigarettes
eating up the garbage
all the pills and all the glamour of it all
swallowed it all
matthew’s in the garden sowing seeds of discontent
and he’s working for that magazine again
i’m out in the world just trying to meet my payments girl
and this is not 1957
so why do you want to walk like that?
you keep you hands out of my pockets
and keep your head out of my hat
so you’re p*ssed again on mystique
i suppose you’ll never learn
and you’re looking old my little angry young man
do you see that i’m not selling anything
what you need
least of all what you’re looking for
i believe in joycie, you’re still trying to dig up jack
look at you with your razor in your pockеt
well, what do you plan to do with that?
you with your morbid fascinations
get your head out of my hat
i bеlieve in joycie, borsalino, baby, you’re still trying to dig up jack
you with your razor in your pocket
well, what do you plan to do with that?
you with your morbid fascinations
get your head out of my hat
no, this is not 1957
so why do you want to walk like that?
you with your morbid fascinations
keep your head out of my hat
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