Just Jack - Lost lyrics
[Just Jack - Lost lyrics]
Picture this 230 on the hottest night in June
He awakes for no reason and checks
His watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his
Eyes as he struggles to rise
And stops to contemplate his wife's thighs
As he does up his flies
He finds his slippers where he left
Them under the chair behind
The 2 cups and an old copy of marie claire
He switches the on the coffee machine that
Of course works like a dream
Catches sight of his reflection in
The silver surface sheen
And It's a face he knows well
Although it should look less abused
With all these moisturisers and the
Skin products he's used
As he moves through the kitchen
His homage to brushed steel
Across the new pine flooring that's
Plastic but looks real
Past the plasma with the widescreen
And the cinema surround sound
And he stops on his favourite spot
By the window and looks down
On the orange lit street at the
Edge of the private car park
Where his Audi TT is waiting
Safely in the dark
Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
And if you could you'll take it back
But, you lose your way in the way you live
Now he can hear wind chimes
Tinkling out on the balcony
And his phone beeping out a text
Message in the same key
He checks it and it's Jill who
Used to be his secretary
Before they started an affair and things
Began to get really scary
Now his wife Mary is getting
Weary of his lies
Like she's read the whole sordid
Story in his eyes
It doesn't help that Jill's now saying
That she's 2 weeks late
His mental state is really
Starting to deteriorate
He never knew how he got so out of his depth
Or why he's broken more than
All these promises kept
And it's been ages since he slept
Properly, his sleeps now broken by these
Dreams of extra marital activity
Trying to recapture the rapture that he used
To get from his material possessions
And endless retail therapy sessions
Shoulda listened to what his dad
Said before he died
The best things in life are the
Ones you can't buy son
Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
Wish you could buy a ticket back
But, you lose your way in the way you live
He used to feel so safe up
Here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and
The girls with the over painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and
The kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the
Street on rusty mountain bikes
Aah aah aah aah aaahh
He used to feel so safe up
Here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and
The girls with the over painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and
The kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the
Street on rusty mountain bikes
Aah aah aah aah aaah
He awakes for no reason and checks
His watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his
Eyes as he struggles to rise
And stops to contemplate his wife's thighs
As he does up his flies
He finds his slippers where he left
Them under the chair behind
The 2 cups and an old copy of marie claire
He switches the on the coffee machine that
Of course works like a dream
Catches sight of his reflection in
The silver surface sheen
And It's a face he knows well
Although it should look less abused
With all these moisturisers and the
Skin products he's used
As he moves through the kitchen
His homage to brushed steel
Across the new pine flooring that's
Plastic but looks real
Past the plasma with the widescreen
And the cinema surround sound
And he stops on his favourite spot
By the window and looks down
On the orange lit street at the
Edge of the private car park
Where his Audi TT is waiting
Safely in the dark
Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
And if you could you'll take it back
But, you lose your way in the way you live
Now he can hear wind chimes
Tinkling out on the balcony
And his phone beeping out a text
Message in the same key
He checks it and it's Jill who
Used to be his secretary
Before they started an affair and things
Began to get really scary
Now his wife Mary is getting
Weary of his lies
Like she's read the whole sordid
Story in his eyes
It doesn't help that Jill's now saying
That she's 2 weeks late
His mental state is really
Starting to deteriorate
He never knew how he got so out of his depth
Or why he's broken more than
All these promises kept
And it's been ages since he slept
Properly, his sleeps now broken by these
Dreams of extra marital activity
Trying to recapture the rapture that he used
To get from his material possessions
And endless retail therapy sessions
Shoulda listened to what his dad
Said before he died
The best things in life are the
Ones you can't buy son
Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
Wish you could buy a ticket back
But, you lose your way in the way you live
He used to feel so safe up
Here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and
The girls with the over painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and
The kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the
Street on rusty mountain bikes
Aah aah aah aah aaahh
He used to feel so safe up
Here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and
The girls with the over painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and
The kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the
Street on rusty mountain bikes
Aah aah aah aah aaah