The Wolfgang Press - Birmingham текст песни

Face the facts and don't look back

There's a hole in this middle town affair

There's a whole inquest

Like a hole in the rest

That I think I'm going to have to sit in

You're a sleeping bag

You're a rhyming slug



Pressure pressure



Man is sick of chairs

From the heart of the sins above ground

Around here I think I'm Jesus

And I'm sick of all the songs about love

There's a head hunt in Birmingham

We're going to hurry down the same old roads

I'm not going to think that I'm a Jesus

Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone



Pressure pressure



Fix this kiss this



I'm not sick I'm going to handle this

I'm going to have everything I want to have

I'm going to seed some mean

I'm going to raise a scene

I'm going to raise everything I ever had



I'm not sick I'm going to handle this

I'm going to...