Don't Wait Up Songtext
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Don't Wait Up Songtext
We sat around and we drank fizzy water
Killed off the draw and not done what we oughta
The clock′s a bitch, it's flying too fast
How d′you suppose we can make this thing last?
The concrete demand has ruined my shoes
'Cause I don't do dancing or standing in queues
These days I stutter, I blame it on sleep
And gracing the papers with quotes they don′t keep
Don′t take guitars or being alone
When I stay in, I stay on the phone
The constant demand has ruined my head
And your antidote is think of the bread
Don't wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
I stand on the corner, pretend I belong
A fading bad actor just thinking he's strong
Staring at shoppers who always dress good
With customised hairdos 'cause it′s understood
The local demand is going to rust
And every member is gaining the dust
The best you can offer is physical cash
We′ll spend it on numbers and your card's rehash
Your desperate mission to categorise
Is blatantly fastened to salary rise
I′m searching for reasons but still I don't know
Why cellophane covers can say where you go
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Don't wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya
Ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya
Ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Don't wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up 'cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Don't wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Not coming home
Not coming home
Killed off the draw and not done what we oughta
The clock′s a bitch, it's flying too fast
How d′you suppose we can make this thing last?
The concrete demand has ruined my shoes
'Cause I don't do dancing or standing in queues
These days I stutter, I blame it on sleep
And gracing the papers with quotes they don′t keep
Don′t take guitars or being alone
When I stay in, I stay on the phone
The constant demand has ruined my head
And your antidote is think of the bread
Don't wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
I stand on the corner, pretend I belong
A fading bad actor just thinking he's strong
Staring at shoppers who always dress good
With customised hairdos 'cause it′s understood
The local demand is going to rust
And every member is gaining the dust
The best you can offer is physical cash
We′ll spend it on numbers and your card's rehash
Your desperate mission to categorise
Is blatantly fastened to salary rise
I′m searching for reasons but still I don't know
Why cellophane covers can say where you go
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Don't wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya
Ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya
Ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya, ba-dee-ya
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Don't wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up 'cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Don′t wait up 'cause I′m not coming home
Don't wait up ′cause I'm not coming home
Not coming home
Not coming home
Writer(s): Daniel Spencer Mould, Jonathan Edward Hand, Kelvin Andrew Mould Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

