歌词
This town needs new ideas
I’m sick of boredom
I need to go some place
I’ve never been before
I don’t know how to spend my days
Without going overboard
If there was just another way
A cheaper escape from
My predictable week and my likely
Hungover Monday then I’ll be
Rolling in glitter from some nightclub
That’s ended up in my teeth.
Infinite weekends all interlinking
I need to go where I haven’t been before.
Champs-Élysées, watch Alaskan northern lights
DMT in your garden Friday nights
Is a good laugh but it aint clearing up my thoughts
It lets the moths in and they eat all my work shirts, whole.
But I am told, you won’t suffer if you keep marching
Hut, two, three, four
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