It’s My Tail and I’ll Chase It If I Want To
A whole new world of 'would' when the bad out strips the good it's the
Help you build a ship there's a good chance you can help there's a price on this
Return but there's absolutely no rush absolutely no rush and
No time
No time
No time
No time
As the spider takes the fly as the grey does take the dye as the drink does numb
The pain as the songs all sound the same with diminishing returns and the
Hackneyed twist and turns as the egg runs down your face we'll still bang on
The bin lids cos dad forgot the kids and they throw us to the pigs and it's
Hard lines
Hard lines
Hard lines
Hard lines
It's my tail and I'll chase it if I want to