Album: St. Jude
You spend too much time sat in your bedroom, on your PC
Are you sure you couldn't have found the time, swallowed your pride and admitted your jealousy
Next week you'll trying again to put one of my city's many front men
If you do not have the internet, would you be into them
I very much doubt so how would they know so
What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach, you just happened to miss
Sometimes I'm bad, sometimes I'm rotten, sometimes I say things I probably, should have forgotten about people or things
Do you know who I am, I'm like a Morrissey with some strings
What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach, you just happened to miss
You're always bad, you're always rotten and you always say things that, you should forgotten or have you had enough
Of your stereotypical bit of the rough
And then we all go
What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach, you just happened to miss