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Drink Nike lyrics
Right in the centre of Hove,
Next to an escalator,
Someone has hidden a bomb
Underneath a plastic chair
But he can't put his finger on it:
He'll never be that kind of man.
He'll die in his bed on a summer's night
With his hand on his favourite thing.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Maybe it's a natural phase,
Comedy has taken its toll.
No-one is totally lost,
Nobody is out of control.
There are words he could use to describe it,
Metaphors he should have applied.
He'll die in his bed on a summer's night
With his hands on his adequate bride.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile!
Smile!
Smile, we're waiting for it.
Smile, we're waiting for
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Right in the centre of Hove,
Next to an escalator,
Someone has hidden a bomb
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on Travels With Myself And Another
- 10 Yin / Post-Yin
- 12 Lasped Catholics
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