歌手:Geordie Greep
专辑:《The New Sound》

作词 : Geordie Greep
作曲 : 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 start
The old cliché, exploitation blues
The offers no young, hungry things could refuse
"Welcome to Hell"
She may as well say
As you walk up
Walk up
Walk up for 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 coat tails 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 they like these pretty young things, or just get by on the brink?"
You are asked as you both walk past
You feign indifference, you say, "I have got no idea, enough to live I suppose"
Only as the favourite catches your eye
She stays quiet, you exhale relief
Humiliation was almost complete
Chalk it up to blind fate
Tomorrow you're back on your lunch break
Walk up
Walk up
Walk up
Hey, turn that shit down mother****er
Hey, yo, I'm gonna listen to my music whenever the **** I want
Boring
Go home man
What are you talking about home, I ain't got no home
I ain't got no home
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, **** you
Once he starts playing, he never stops, that damn boy