Punks and Potions Songtext
von Only Real

Walk ′cause the potions causing commotion
Handbag snatched out of doors when they're open
Kids pig city slicks drawn to the ocean
Worn down, torn floor, born to be broken
Closing the eyelids, used to be stylish
Movement lies and they zoom through the mind shift
Night vision, flight vision, soon as the pie lifts
We need nothing and we choose to be like this


Girls hurrying for sons and for husbands
Bad boys worrying their mums don′t love them
Plans and scams and how you gonna fund them?
Still going wrong but candid in London
Is it worth it? Pitch perfect
Risk five for bitching to nurse it
Pick purses, nick curses
Make ways to pay to kick vices
Talk from the chest, talk short with the best
He was caught in the mesh short shorts and a vest
If the bait's not taken, the bait's not bacon
Change your ways and mistakes you′re making
Nakedly waiting and patiently aching
He′s raising the stakes with a taste for the chasing
Wasted it all out there
Do you think they'd care?

Lost in the punch, drunk, cough ′til the lungs pop
Bottles, backpacks, snacks in the lunchbox
One stop, done cop, chat crap, gun cock
Cuff punks once drunk running in one sock
Plates don't make no sense for the wandering stompers
Ain′t no rest and they're conjuring monsters
Nonsense, gotta make do, gotta make papes
Bake cakes, gotta get through