Kieran McConville
ONE love, blood, life
Got a tape recorder where his head oughta be
Got ears in the soles of his feet
He's dreaming of powerlines
He's envisaging poolside scenes
Planning long country drives
And conjuring pyramid schemes
Yeah that bastard got nothing but blue skies
And it rains when he cries
I sewed my lips shut to offend you
Looking for your umbilical lord
That's right I'm not talking to you
Praying to your umbilical lord
In bold primary colours
It will spam your mind
It will grace your insides
I want to sleep in a field of tame bees
To live life from the corner of my eye
To dress like Elvis and walk on my knees
To keep breathing and not wonder why
Don?t need no ten foot sign
Don?t need no public address
Don?t need no valentines
Don?t need no future tense
Don?t need the lies
Don?t want the truth
Don?t doubt me now
Don?t have no proof
Got ears in the soles of his feet
He's dreaming of powerlines
He's envisaging poolside scenes
Planning long country drives
And conjuring pyramid schemes
Yeah that bastard got nothing but blue skies
And it rains when he cries
I sewed my lips shut to offend you
Looking for your umbilical lord
That's right I'm not talking to you
Praying to your umbilical lord
In bold primary colours
It will spam your mind
It will grace your insides
I want to sleep in a field of tame bees
To live life from the corner of my eye
To dress like Elvis and walk on my knees
To keep breathing and not wonder why
Don?t need no ten foot sign
Don?t need no public address
Don?t need no valentines
Don?t need no future tense
Don?t need the lies
Don?t want the truth
Don?t doubt me now
Don?t have no proof