They call me a guarantee for
What's wrong with society, I know.
I'm gonna let down the friends I've found,
I'm gonna fall in with a shallow crowd, I know.
They call me a fallacy, I'm not a
Little pig with a law degree, you know
Do you need time to change your mind?
Do you need some love of a different kind? Oh-oh!
My head, a tangle of wires for you,
Over and under.
Running through a house of fire for you,
Over and under.
I know you can't deal with the way I feel,
You want good credit and sex appeal, Oh-oh!
Well I've got two hands, I could kill a man,
Take a deep breath and get on with the plan, Oh-oh!
Well I lose another one in the setting sun,
I'm gonna wait around 'til I'm overdone, Oh-oh!
My head, a tangle of wires for you,
Over and under.
Running through a house of fire for you,
Over and under.
Untie these old desires for you,
Over and under, over and under.
Copyright 2015 Charly Coombes