David Keenan - Peter O’Toole’s Drinking Stories lyrics
[David Keenan - Peter O’Toole’s Drinking Stories lyrics]
In the past when I knew less than I know now
Which isn't much i slept inside Peter
O'Toole's drinking stories
I wept on the unmade bed of
Existential crises and сame to believe
That all you need to be a writer was a coat
One arm as long as the other brother
Time can be a teacher when it suit's
Resuscitate your childhood schemes through
The archaeology of memory
My professional dreamer
Tip toe towards immortality
Laughing into the wind
Onwards now, onwards now
One boot is more than enough
Oh, let truth be known the boy has snapped
We've never seen nothing like this before
All the bells have tolled he's
Never coming back, cracked, smacked, stoned
Once upon a time my mother was a
Lady an OCD fact grilling machine
That was then and that was that
Once upon a time my father was a coward
But I love him for who he is in the present
That was that
I'm a six week premature ejaculation, baby
But the incubator done me no
Harm it had it's charm, that was that
That was that and so it began the sun came up
And shook my hand and young
Evanne in holy knowledge
Supervised the finding of a fix
On an unsuspecting stranger's bed
Oh, let truth be known the boy has snapped
We've never seen nothing like this before
All the bells have tolled he's
Never coming back, cracked, smacked, stoned
Oh, let truth be known the boy has snapped
We've never seen nothing like this before
All the bells have tolled he's
Never coming back, cracked, smacked, stoned!
One boot is more than enough
One boot is more than enough
One boot is more than enough
One boot is more than enough
Which isn't much i slept inside Peter
O'Toole's drinking stories
I wept on the unmade bed of
Existential crises and сame to believe
That all you need to be a writer was a coat
One arm as long as the other brother
Time can be a teacher when it suit's
Resuscitate your childhood schemes through
The archaeology of memory
My professional dreamer
Tip toe towards immortality
Laughing into the wind
Onwards now, onwards now
One boot is more than enough
Oh, let truth be known the boy has snapped
We've never seen nothing like this before
All the bells have tolled he's
Never coming back, cracked, smacked, stoned
Once upon a time my mother was a
Lady an OCD fact grilling machine
That was then and that was that
Once upon a time my father was a coward
But I love him for who he is in the present
That was that
I'm a six week premature ejaculation, baby
But the incubator done me no
Harm it had it's charm, that was that
That was that and so it began the sun came up
And shook my hand and young
Evanne in holy knowledge
Supervised the finding of a fix
On an unsuspecting stranger's bed
Oh, let truth be known the boy has snapped
We've never seen nothing like this before
All the bells have tolled he's
Never coming back, cracked, smacked, stoned
Oh, let truth be known the boy has snapped
We've never seen nothing like this before
All the bells have tolled he's
Never coming back, cracked, smacked, stoned!
One boot is more than enough
One boot is more than enough
One boot is more than enough
One boot is more than enough