Syrups

Wrap me up in goodbyes Old Sargasso sky 'Cause I'm about to take flight Please don't ask me why And if the devil wants me Tell him I got high 'Cause life is what you make it You got yours and I got mine When the end comes my way Will I drop to my knees and pray? And if my parents ask you Tell them I'll be okay And now the robots have made the rounds Sand dunes fill up all our towns Foxes howl and the creepers prowl around The peeling wet bricks of London town Foxes howl and the way men cower Won't you find a way for me somehow? So let's get dirt on an Oxford shirt Throw a party so we won't get hurt See you frown through your evening gown When I fall from the wagon Twisted frown from the businessmen Won't you find a way from me somehow? When I fall from the wagon Hiding from the businessmen Won't you find a way from me somehow? I tried to make a call to heaven Phone lines cut back in '97 Radio silence all the way down The robots make all the paper rounds And all the kids have left the towns Foxes howl and the preachers bow down When I fall from the wagon Twisted frown from the businessmen Won't you find a way from me somehow? When I fall from the wagon Hiding from the businessmen Won't you find a way from me somehow? --- Syrups - Foals