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Well you don't know,
But you're fucking with it.
You're going home.
Oh you don't see,
But you're fucking with me.
You're going home.
Oh we don't fuss
But you're fucking with us.
You're going home.
Well you don't know,
But you're fucking with it.
You're going home.
Don't Panic.
Jimbo Jones took a hit from the bong and he's
Going home.
Don't Panic.
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I
Wanna go to the beach
But
No one wants to go with me.
I
Want the sand beneath my feet,
But
You don't even like the sea.
I
Don't need anyone at all,
When
I've got my skateboard.
Well
I do live in North Shore,
Yes
I know i'm a bore.
I wanna kill my friends.
- Now,
Today.
I wanna to the beach,
I wanna go today.
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Oh, I've been way to kind
For so fucking long,
All the attraction
You could feel is gone.
I'm gonna grow up
A dirty old man,
Looping fingers now whenever I can.
Oh, I never thought he could ever be so
Fucking annoying when no one's around
She's gonna love him and everything he is
She's gonna lose it,
And everything it means.
We are together,
Two lovers today.
We are forever,
Two lovers today.
Oh, I've been way to kind
For so fucking long,
All the attraction
You could feel is gone.
I'm gonna grow up
A dirty old man,
Looping fingers now whenever I can.
We are together,
Two lovers today.
We are forever,
Two lovers today.
Oh I don't know
Why she doesn't try,
"That dirty old man never touched me."
Oh, I never thought he could ever be so
Fucking annoying when no one's around
She's gonna love him and everything he is
She's gonna lose it,
And everything it means.
We are together,
Two lovers today. ( Don't cast me away )
We are forever,
Two lovers today.
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Just kiss me off,
Just kiss my mind,
Just kiss my feet,
Kiss anywhere.
I love your skin,
Pale and thin.
You’ve got the love,
I need to be.
Just kiss my lips,
And hold my hips.
Don’t feel my hair,
Touch anywhere.
I love your eyes,
So soft and wide.
They crinkle up,
On every side.
Oh Grief and Noise,
In your head,
It’s in your head.
Oh Grief and Noise,
In your words,
It’s all you’ve heard.
Just kiss me off “now”,
Just kiss my mind “how?”
Just kiss my feet “wow”,
Kiss me and chow down.
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We Know
God is
Dead, they said
Black teeth
Loose lips
Garlic bread
Teach me,
We’ll be,
Making love in Tennessee.
We don't
Try and
Speak to much
Black eyes
White skin
Feeling tuff
Teach me,
We’ll be,
Making love in Tennessee.
Andy,
Won't you paint for me?
Be my only company?
So sick
And small
You’ve got them all
Holding
Your hands
At the call
Teach me,
We'll be,
Making love in Tennessee.
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I don't like you, I just need someone to talk to.
Maybe a car or a freaky sense of humour
Could get you far, but I really don't think so.
I'm going to bed.
Well you're confused and I know you really love me,
But I’m so tired and you haven't even touched me.
Your music's fine but I’ve never really dug it.
Grow your hair and ride a skateboard for me honey.
Cigarette lit and I’ve never found you funny.
I’m going to sleep.
Well you're confused and I know you really love me,
But I’m so young and you haven't even kissed me.
You haven't even kissed me,
You haven't even kissed me,
You haven't even kissed me,
I haven't even kissed you.
I don't like you, I just need someone to talk to.
You say nice words and it makes me feel so special,
But so do they and I think I like them better.
Goodnight.
I don't like you, I just need someone to talk to.
I think I’ll cry when I hear you've found a new girl,
But that's just pride, I don't about you like that.
We'll talk tonight.
Well you're to late,
But I don't you think you ever cared,
But I’m so bored and it's past 12 o'clock.
You haven't even kissed me,
You haven't even kissed me,
You haven't even kissed me,
I haven't even kissed you.
I want to know everything about you.
Don’t think you mean much to me.
Can’t you see?
Well you're confused and I know you really love me.
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released October 20, 2012
Lunatics On Pogosticks:
Calum Newton - Guitar / Bass / Vocals
James Whitfield - Drums
Songs written by Calum Newton
Lunatics On Pogosticks © 2012
