Dry Cleaning - Every Day Carry lyrics

It’s chocolate chip cookie

Crappy crazy pizzas

Your haircut’s changed

It’s every day carry

You’re a gift to me

Nice party ice
You’re an individual cream bun

It’s chocolate chip cookie

Crappy crazy pizzas

It’s all good though

Look at that looks like good quality earth



I’m just a conduit don’t look at me
I’m just the medium

Your haircut’s changed for charity

Can you imagine the rent?

I want big pearl

A people person these are the eyeholes

A banging pasta bake
Müller corner, onions, orchids
The smear test blues

Put a shawl on that mannequin mate

Can you imagine the rent?

I want big pearl

It’s a light emitting diode
It’s a long nail story it’s a dead hand tree

Best friends forever

It’s everyday carry

It’s bad luck if you’re the
Tree left at the edge
Of the motorway when they
Clear the forest for a motorway
You lose your friends and you’re exposed you
Used to be in the thick of it
Everything you knew ripped away
Two fingers up to you, you wastrel
That’s my shopping trolley you’re approaching

Uninviting, just body bit's

Your haircut's changed

You’re a gift to me

Nice party ice
You’re an individual cream bun

Look at that

Uninviting, just body bit's

Your haircut’s changed

I don’t know how I feel he’s fit
But I think he might be

Residual Pop Rocks in the mouth
Of your cab driver

Drop what you’re doing, let’s get to the tip

Droopy flute solo comes in now galump lump

Huge white geese please us all

Major massive arsehole

All the children say I’ve got enchanted eggs

My beautiful restaurant

Let’s go, Jim

My beautiful restaurant

Now it seems like none of that meant anything

A sugared armpit

A roast potato on a long branch

More spice

Plans conceived in love

A Ferrari with a license
Plate that says T337H

Bambino!

What a cruel heartless bastard you are

Welcome to hell

Keep up with it all, be nice
Try to maintain high energy and
Don’t bring everyone down
In matching soft brown tank top

I just can’t creep comfortably anymore

Paper thin skin covers hands
And hollow cheeks

Must I look at my belly in the mirror?
Must I belly in the mirror?

A thing in the past

Your own personal fatberg, homemade

I’m confused

Ready to cut loose

Sherlock Holmes Museum of break ups

Wait an hour for a pancake, make it larger
Build it up

I don’t mind i’m happy either way

I dunno what’s the point

You actually smell like garbage

Every one of them looks a tit

I’m not gonna lie
It’s daunting choreography but I’m gonna
Bring it all the same

I just want to put something
Positive into the world but
It’s hard because I’m so
Full of poisonous rage

It’s all well and good you saying that
But I need more

Keep up with it all, be nice

I just can’t creep comfortably
Curtains always closed