Too
much time to think and / Too much room to sink and / Too much pain
to care / Absent feelings don't go nowhere / Too much time to hate
you / So many crimes to slate you / So many lies you told / So many
smiles you sold
Chorus:
While I wait for your mind to set / While I wait for your heart to
harden / While I wait for the big upset / Spend my time in the
devil's garden / All the crocodile tears you shed / I'm just waiting
for this to start and / Put the feelings we had to bed / I'll see you
down in the devil's garden
I
curse the day I met you / I hate the way I kissed you / I no longer
feel / On your pain I feed / Just an empty shell / Just a fishy smell
/ I no longer share / I no longer care
Paul's
Note: The first song
that was completely written by bass monkey Ed. I can only presume
that it's about being
dumped (c'mon kids, we've all been there) and whoever the lady is that
Ed refers to in the lyrics obviously upset him a fair
bit.
I thought
the last three lines that Ed wrote were a tad depressing so I changed them.
No one upsets a member of The Blissetts and gets away with it, so I came
up with the 'Fishy smell' line, I thought I'd question her personal hygiene
and now it's posted all over the internet. Ha!
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