Paroles de la chanson Walk Up par Geordie Greep
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Paroles de la chanson Walk Up par Geordie Greep
Walk up to failure
Walk up to regret
Walk up to a place you'll never forget
Past the pregnant guard
The red paradise of dreams and scars
Leg scars, arm scars, stomach scars lead by far
The marks of the old country's stars
The old cliche exploitation blues
The offers no young hungry things could refuse
“Welcome to Hell”
She may as well say
As you walk up, walk up
You walk up to love on your lunch break
Walk up, walk up
Walk up to see God, to see sweet Jane
Walk up to regret
Walk up to a place you'll never forget
Past the pregnant guard
The red paradise of dreams and scars
Leg scars, arm scars, stomach scars lead by far
The marks of the old country's stars
The old cliche exploitation blues
The offers no young hungry things could refuse
“Welcome to Hell”
She may as well say
As you walk up, walk up
You walk up to love on your lunch break
Walk up, walk up
Walk up to see God, to see sweet Jane
You still smell her snatch
As you trawl the accounts
Flip through the company books
You can say you rode the coattails of blind chance
I know you itch for romance
Another lonely executive cunt
The kind that only knows how to pay to touch
In the boardroom
Your fish fingers shake hands with the top flight men
Check your balls for lumps once they've left
What's that itch? Is that new?
Is that working as it's supposed to?
Am I alive?
Is she sleeping with her eyes open?
There's a place for your briefcase
But watch out for the wandering hands
Walk up
To see God, to see sweet Jane
To pay for a new name
For love on your lunch break
"Do you make a lot 'these pretty young things or just get by on the brink?"
You are asked, as you both walk past
And you feign indifference, you say, “I've got no idea"
"Enough to live well I suppose"
And your favourite catches your eye
But she stays quiet, you exhale in relief
Humiliation is almost complete
Chalk it up to blind fate
Tomorrow you're back for love on your lunch break
Walk up
To see God, to see sweet Jane
To pay for a new name
For love on your lunch break
"Do you make a lot 'these pretty young things or just get by on the brink?"
You are asked, as you both walk past
And you feign indifference, you say, “I've got no idea"
"Enough to live well I suppose"
And your favourite catches your eye
But she stays quiet, you exhale in relief
Humiliation is almost complete
Chalk it up to blind fate
Tomorrow you're back for love on your lunch break
Walk up
Walk up
Walk up
(crowd complaining)
Hey turn that shit down motherfucker!
I listen to my music whenever the fuck I want!
Boring!
Go home man!
What are ya talkin' bout home? I ain't got no home
I ain't got no home, I ain't got no town
Ain't got no friends, ain't got a frown
I am unhappy, and that's the truth
I got two words, fuck you!
(crowd wooing)
Hey, keep that going on now boy!
Walk up
Walk up
(crowd complaining)
Hey turn that shit down motherfucker!
I listen to my music whenever the fuck I want!
Boring!
Go home man!
What are ya talkin' bout home? I ain't got no home
I ain't got no home, I ain't got no town
Ain't got no friends, ain't got a frown
I am unhappy, and that's the truth
I got two words, fuck you!
(crowd wooing)
Hey, keep that going on now boy!
Once he starts playin' he never stops, that damn boy
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