Comet Face 가사

Woke up, Peckham Rye at half five Boy on the ground with his pants down What happened to him in his past life? What happened to him in his park side? Roads were busy, buses passed by I wonder who saw me, I was the last guy Think it was Willem He said I was headed in through the poolside I hustled the cold keys till 5AM But all I got was swept aside Like the pesticide in your vegetables It sounds like Like the worries of those at the worst times Like the worries of those at the worst times Like the worries of those at the worst times Like the worries of those at the worst times Not again, it's Peckham Rye at half five Boy on the ground with his pants down What happened to him in his past life? Spilled blood from his dome in his past time Has it happened again? Is the skull slight? Is the gold fine? At least my nose ain't bent, but my brain's fryin' Think they asked for a light, then they offered a line Fought from some worst of men, but I'm glad to decline Must've triggered somethin', enhanced masculine And after I squish it in, self-esteem insulin That contorts the glows at the worst times It contorts the glows at the worst times This contorts the glows at the worst times It contorts the glow at the worst times (a waste of time) A waste of time A waste of time A waste of time A waste of time A waste of time A waste of time A waste of time A waste Sick Um, then, I'll be quick then I've pinched a van off work tonight I didn't, I didn't get an answer off you about the amp I was seeing if I could just drop that I don't know if your mum's in tonight or anyone Just drop that 'round, if that's alright