Graham Coxon - Who the Fuck? lyrics
[Graham Coxon - Who the Fuck? lyrics]
I stole the bottle of gin from
Over the counter and ran
I knew I'd been seen
I scarpered stifling giggles down the street
And hid round a corner on a side street
I heard him huffing and the
Sound of his big feet
Against the paving, he was getting close
As he rounded the corner I sighted him
Up down the barrel of the gun
And on seeing his expression change
To one of horror
And confusion jerked back the trigger
His body was jolted back by
The force of the bullet
And his feet flew foward
I saw a bright little rivulet of
Blood arc into the air
And I slid the gun into
The waistband of my trousers
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Is there really a thing
Like feeling too much?
Can you really escape and numb the real?
There's a way of saying
A way of sayin' a shape
I feel a certain shape
And it's complicated it's
Not like a square or a circle
It's like a crystal or a diamond, it's clean
Hard
Unfathomable and it ends in an augmented kiss
It ends in an demented kiss
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Rock Stars are not cool
They're full of his guy they call Satan
Kids stuff oozing from their mouths
They wear the shoes of dead
Soldiers shot by soldiers
Valium horses, trotting
Squeezing through their raspberry blood
Sometimes I feel so stupid I wanna
Quit get out of it
'Cause, I hate this world and everyone in it
The fat bald men who run it, the fat bald men
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Over the counter and ran
I knew I'd been seen
I scarpered stifling giggles down the street
And hid round a corner on a side street
I heard him huffing and the
Sound of his big feet
Against the paving, he was getting close
As he rounded the corner I sighted him
Up down the barrel of the gun
And on seeing his expression change
To one of horror
And confusion jerked back the trigger
His body was jolted back by
The force of the bullet
And his feet flew foward
I saw a bright little rivulet of
Blood arc into the air
And I slid the gun into
The waistband of my trousers
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Is there really a thing
Like feeling too much?
Can you really escape and numb the real?
There's a way of saying
A way of sayin' a shape
I feel a certain shape
And it's complicated it's
Not like a square or a circle
It's like a crystal or a diamond, it's clean
Hard
Unfathomable and it ends in an augmented kiss
It ends in an demented kiss
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Rock Stars are not cool
They're full of his guy they call Satan
Kids stuff oozing from their mouths
They wear the shoes of dead
Soldiers shot by soldiers
Valium horses, trotting
Squeezing through their raspberry blood
Sometimes I feel so stupid I wanna
Quit get out of it
'Cause, I hate this world and everyone in it
The fat bald men who run it, the fat bald men
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you looking at?