[Intro]
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
[Chorus]
Cut wire, hanging under the handset (hey hey, hey hey)
Rum, cig, resentment, I've mixed it all (hey hey, hey hey)
Blood is boiling like a stew (hey hey, hey hey)
You've gotta be a royal idiot to tell me 'relax' (relax)
Tell my fate to bite the tee (the tee)
Oh, I'm gonna fix up his face with a 7 iron (7 iron, 7 iron)
Nothing is in the right order, gotta reverse it all (reverse, reverse)
They're celebrating my departure, not my birthday
[Couplet 1]
The sky is sad, there's only grey in the city (the city)
I wanna take acid and colour it all in (colour)
What a drag it all is, ah yeah, it's not what it was
The City of Lights is resting on its laurels
Discreet, lowered cap on my head
The sky's turning blue but I can only see my threads
I don't take calls anymore, I don't read a single message
Being a has-been makes you naïve, well yeah, I could only enjoy it
Nobody will get it, no one
I'm the disorder in person, I feel like myself like no one
I had to happen on this city, eight billion other paths
I had to happen on this life and I know we're made to love each other
But I still fear I'm missing out on something better
There's never enough honey on the msemen
I gotta enjoy it, it's the last Saturday of the week
I gotta enjoy it, it's the last Saturday of the week
[Bridge]
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey
[Couplet 2]
The voice of wisdom's on mute, self-control: one out of ten (hey hey, hey hey)
Hold back the monster inside, push back the release date (hey hey, hey hey)
I resemble this world so much, I've got matched neurosis (hey hey, hey hey)
I wanna plant some tomatoes and make music without a computer, hey hey
[Chorus]
Cut wire, hanging under the handset (hey hey, hey hey)
Rum, cig, resentment, I've mixed it all (hey hey, hey hey)
Blood is boiling like a stew (hey hey, hey hey)
You've gotta be a royal idiot to tell me 'relax' (relax)
Tell my fate to bite the tee (the tee)
Oh, I'm gonna fix up his face with a 7 iron (7 iron, 7 iron)
Nothing is in the right order, gotta reverse it all (reverse, reverse)
They're celebrating our departure, not our birthday