Every Day Carry
    (专辑: New Long Leg - 2021)
    
    It's chocolate chip cookie  Crappy crazy pizzas  Your haircut's changed  It's every day carry  You're a 
gift to me, nice party ice  You're an individual cream bun  It's chocolate chip cookie  Crappy crazy pizzas  It's all good though   Look at that  Looks like good quality earth  I'm just a 
conduit  Don't look at me  I'm just the 
medium  Your haircut's changed for charity  Can you imagine the 
rent?  I 
want big pearl  A 
people person, these are the 
eyeholes   A 
banging pasta bake, Müller corner, onions, orchids  The 
smear test blues  Put a 
shawl on that mannequin mate  Can you imagine the 
rent?  I 
want big pearl   It's a 
light emitting diode  It's a 
long nail story  It's a 
dead hand tree  Best friends forever  It's everyday carry   It's bad luck if you're the 
tree left at the 
edge of the 
motorway when they clear the 
forest for a 
motorway, you lose your friends and you're exposed. You used to be in the 
thick of it, everything you knew ripped away. Two fingers up to you, you wastrel, that's my shopping trolley you're approaching   Uninviting, just body bits  Your haircut's changed  You're a 
gift to me  Nice party ice  You're an individual cream bun  Look at that   Uninviting, just body bits  Your haircut's changed  I 
don't know how I 
feel he's fit but I 
think he might be  Residual Pop Rocks in the 
mouth of your cab driver  Drop what you're doing, let's get to the 
tip  Droopy flute solo comes in now  Galump lump  Huge white geese please us all  Major massive arsehole  All the 
children say "I've got enchanted eggs"   My beautiful restaurant  Let's go, Jim  My beautiful restaurant   [Instrumental break]   Now it seems like none of that meant anything  A 
sugared armpit, a 
roast potato on a 
long branch  More spice, plans conceived in love  A 
Ferrari with a 
license plate that says T337H  Bambino  What a 
cruel heartless bastard you are  Welcome to hell  Keep up with it all, be nice, try to maintain high energy and don't bring everyone down  In matching soft brown tank top  I 
just can't creep comfortably anymore   Paper thin skin covers hands and hollow cheeks  Must I 
look at my belly in the 
mirror?  Must I 
belly in the 
mirror?  A 
thing in the 
past  Your own personal fatberg, homemade  I'm confused  Ready to cut loose  Sherlock Holmes Museum of break ups  Wait an hour for a 
pancake, make it larger, build it up  I 
don't mind, I'm happy either way  I 
dunno, what's the 
point?  You actually smell like garbage   Every one of them looks a 
tit  I'm not gonna lie, it's daunting choreography but I'm gonna bring it all the 
same  I 
just want to put something positive into the 
world but it's hard because I'm so full of poisonous rage   It's all well and good you saying that, but I 
need more  Keep up with it all, be nice  I 
just can't creep comfortably  Curtains always closed