I wanna kill your Sunday morning, call dusk on a new age dawning
I don?t care what?s comin? around the bend;
I speak ill to eke out my stipend.
It?s good to be lost, I don?t wanna be found
And when laugh time comes around
I?ll give you alehouse futsal.
verse 2
Your softly spoken friends, their fortnight in the Fens
Your time slip stories I avow
Are boring the arse off me now.
I?m gonna put up a wall in your through lounge
My animosity knows no bounds
I?m gonna give you alehouse futsal.
INSTR
verse 3
Picnics with craft beer, Elbow in Delamere
Your brand new 10K P.B. Haile Gebrselassie
When you try combining that cloud with silver lining
Gonna give you alehouse, I?ll give you alehouse
Gonna give you alehouse futsal.
