Salt grips the road awaits his lift again
Street orange glow shades the odds against one
More sip, a shoe, a miss, a shaving nick
One extra kiss who's to know whatever!
Not up to me not up to you
Swings don't swing, the parks been dead for years
How do you know the last swing
Weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer
Peach creased magazine, sugar chocolate treat, who's to know whatever!
Not up to me not up to you
The street's so long where she lost her pocket purse
Kept the last picture of the man she committed
First cracked windscreen rain, french murder play
Junk take away, tired street parades
Who's to know whatever! whatever!
Not up to me
Not up to you
Not up to anything we do

Writer : KELLY JONES, RICHARD JONES, STUART CABLE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group