Gang Of Youths - spirit boy lyrics
Gang of Youths [Australia]
[Gang Of Youths - spirit boy lyrics]
God died today
And left me in the cold
He stumbled down a path
And he died upon his knees on
The way to the commode
God died today
He skid in pouring rain
With his feet up on the dash
Right off the Chelsea bridge, Lord
Was hardly seen again
The gigs were overlong
And most of them mundane
And the weather climbed
To twenty-something centigrade
And I
I've never been in London this time of year
It's nice
But I couldn't wait to slowly disappear
He died today
And he did it with a smile
Threw his body in the bag
Threw on the ITV, Lord
And laughed a little while
In a kind of way
It makes me feel at home
Superfluous as shit
Digestible and free, Lord
Within reach and my control
Throw the kettle on
The gigs were overlong
And none of us got paid
And the weather climbed
To thirty-something centigrade
And Christ
You ever been in London this time of year?
It's nice
Think I remembered why I liked it here
You raised me up now
And pulled me out my mind
And filled me with significance
I cannot describe
The tunes were overdone
The well was all but dry
And I still believe
Magnificent isn't hard to find
And I'm convalescing slowly day by day
It's nice, I'm still in London
Living by the way
And I wanna live it
Like it's worth something
In time, gotta give it time, give it time
Give it time
How normal all the tragic feels
How tragic all the normal is thereafter
The laughter
The real
Enraptured
But anyway, I plan to stay
Attend the weekly football game
Thereafter
Thereafter
Tagaloa cried and said
"Though part of you is dead
Don't waste a minute of this
Thing you have left"
And he picked me up just like a father
And carried me southeast
Where the city was calling
And left me in the cold
He stumbled down a path
And he died upon his knees on
The way to the commode
God died today
He skid in pouring rain
With his feet up on the dash
Right off the Chelsea bridge, Lord
Was hardly seen again
The gigs were overlong
And most of them mundane
And the weather climbed
To twenty-something centigrade
And I
I've never been in London this time of year
It's nice
But I couldn't wait to slowly disappear
He died today
And he did it with a smile
Threw his body in the bag
Threw on the ITV, Lord
And laughed a little while
In a kind of way
It makes me feel at home
Superfluous as shit
Digestible and free, Lord
Within reach and my control
Throw the kettle on
The gigs were overlong
And none of us got paid
And the weather climbed
To thirty-something centigrade
And Christ
You ever been in London this time of year?
It's nice
Think I remembered why I liked it here
You raised me up now
And pulled me out my mind
And filled me with significance
I cannot describe
The tunes were overdone
The well was all but dry
And I still believe
Magnificent isn't hard to find
And I'm convalescing slowly day by day
It's nice, I'm still in London
Living by the way
And I wanna live it
Like it's worth something
In time, gotta give it time, give it time
Give it time
How normal all the tragic feels
How tragic all the normal is thereafter
The laughter
The real
Enraptured
But anyway, I plan to stay
Attend the weekly football game
Thereafter
Thereafter
Tagaloa cried and said
"Though part of you is dead
Don't waste a minute of this
Thing you have left"
And he picked me up just like a father
And carried me southeast
Where the city was calling