Futureheads

Everything was ready but he had to run away
Shot for the money on the very same day
Le garage, le garage-rage
Le garage, le garage-rage

Everything was ready but he had to run away
Shot for the money on the very same day
Le garage, le garage-rage
Le garage, le garage-rage

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

You, you are the thing
With your tight skin, making me jealous
When you're asleep and you (you!)
You feed me well
And i'm greedy, i never think now and i'm with you

And i won't say a word if it's true, if it's not true

And things, pushed in my face with locked arms (locked arms)
Making me nuder to everything
And you (you!)
You give me sound, smashing my styles
I always think now and i'm with you

And i won't say a word if it's true, if it's not true
Le garage, le garage-rage