the day is a german green with a dash of stupid blue
you knew where I'd be and I had to look at you
a day just as young as a brighton mother
your telephone rang but you didn't bother
after short years, I've stopped coming about
I've scooped your fears and NYCed you out
you didn't not know but still you burst
don't let your love go to benson hearst
don't worry I'm as cool as spanish whiskey ice
I'm going to liverpool to live another life
everytime between leeds and sheffield
I count my deeds, and the dead killed