Go Away Songtext
von Trip

October 1987 in a south west London cul-de-sac
When Mum had her hair like Cher and those jackets with shoulder pads
Dad snorted the mortgage and a hurricane stole my cat
And my sister started hanging ′bout with all these older lads
At school, all I ever gave a crap
About was Donkey Kong and Thundercats
I got jumped in my lunch break and hung up by my underpants
And all this Peter Pan ever wanted was a Blue Peter badge
And my sister was conceived in a two-seater Jag

I'm sending away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I′m gonna try this on my own
I've nothing to say, please go away
I'm sending away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I′m gonna try this on my own
I′ve nothing to say, please go away


Rewind to 1989 and the time Dad packed up his suitcase
Meanwhile, I superglued my way through the egg and spoon race
And the first time that I saw Mum cry was the night that Grandpa died
So I wrote to Jim'll Fix It, but the bastard never replied
And I can remember eating sausage rolls
With grated cheese and baked beans
My face inches away from the screen, watching The A-Team
Sunday morning′s just a daydream of snap, crackle and pop
And the first place you could look for me was down on Fraggle Rock

I'm sending away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I′m gonna try this on my own
I've nothing to say, please go away
I′m sending away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I'm gonna try this on my own
I've nothing to say, please go away

Take the sound of an ordinary cymbal
Now, have you heard it backwards?
On the same trip, trip, trip, trip together
Take the sound of an ordinary cymbal
Now, have you heard it backwards?
On the same trip, trip, trip, trip together

I′m sending away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I′m gonna try this on my own
I've nothing to say, please go away
I′m sending away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I'm gonna try this on my own
I′ve nothing to say, please go away