Discourse

You cant be bragging cos you said you made a load Of fry ups for the coach when it came off the road Ya nitty and said ya knocked out 22 But I knew that wasn't right cos I watching you Who wants me Don't talk about it Even after half 3 Don't talk about it Don't talk about it They got you in the warehouse With a Nail gun And they all went through you slowly After snorting some But even in the glare of hindsight we We never touch the real feeling Just the empty Discourse Who wants me Don't talk about it Even after half 3 Don't talk about it Don't talk about it We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse The petrol station meant that you Got extra time And the drivers would appreciate the quiet smile The yellow and the red under a sheet of night As I smoked in time with the generator's eyes Who wants me Don't talk about it Even after half 3 Don't talk about it Don't talk about it We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse We never touch the real feeling just the empty discourse It's all dirt on the public canvas Watch the Kirbs soak up this madness There's only one course, discourse There's only one course, discourse There's only one course, discourse There's only one course, discourse