Johnny Foreigner - 199x lyrics
Johnny Foreigner [Alexei Berrow, Kelly Southern, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Lewes Herriot]
[Johnny Foreigner - 199x lyrics]
In a terraced house in Rubery haunts
The ghost of something awful
Crushing dark and normal
Like the night we made yr parents divorce
Days spent playing rebels
Pushing our own funeral forwards, forwards
I almost fucked you on the
Couch in the lounge teenagers are useless
Cause a brittle christmas
And the glass shards sparkle
Sharp in the snow outside for the romance
Inside for the lust
And I want you, want you, want you, want you
And I want you, want you, want you, want you
I heard you kept a diary
Of all the gone-wrongs
And I know you won’t believe me
I think yr one of the lucky ones (lucky ones)
I think yr one of them
You walked a long way with yr dignity crowned
If yr your mothers anger
I’m my fathers grave
And we’re back on our old shaky ground
You don’t believe in ghosts
But that terracted house in rubery
Haunts you, haunts you, haunts you
Haunts you
Haunts you, haunts you, haunts you
Haunts you
I heard you kept a diary
Of all the gone-wrongs
And I know you won’t believe me
I think yr one of the lucky ones (lucky ones)
I think yr one of them
The ghost of something awful
Crushing dark and normal
Like the night we made yr parents divorce
Days spent playing rebels
Pushing our own funeral forwards, forwards
I almost fucked you on the
Couch in the lounge teenagers are useless
Cause a brittle christmas
And the glass shards sparkle
Sharp in the snow outside for the romance
Inside for the lust
And I want you, want you, want you, want you
And I want you, want you, want you, want you
I heard you kept a diary
Of all the gone-wrongs
And I know you won’t believe me
I think yr one of the lucky ones (lucky ones)
I think yr one of them
You walked a long way with yr dignity crowned
If yr your mothers anger
I’m my fathers grave
And we’re back on our old shaky ground
You don’t believe in ghosts
But that terracted house in rubery
Haunts you, haunts you, haunts you
Haunts you
Haunts you, haunts you, haunts you
Haunts you
I heard you kept a diary
Of all the gone-wrongs
And I know you won’t believe me
I think yr one of the lucky ones (lucky ones)
I think yr one of them