Yes, there's gas in the car!
Trouble is, how would anyone know?
Trouble is, how would anyone know?
Trouble is matey, when they pay your wages, yes you fucking do.
Trouble is matey, when they pay your wages, yes you fucking do.
"Just make sure you use round-edged scissors, and get an adult to fix the detonators . . ."
"Just make sure you use round-edged scissors, and get an adult to fix the detonators . . ."
I believe it was years before Kershaw admitted the lyrics were actually meaningless!
(Wish I could write lyrics as meaningless as that, of course!)
I believe it was years before Kershaw admitted the lyrics were actually meaningless!
(Wish I could write lyrics as meaningless as that, of course!)
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you . . .
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you . . .