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©2016 by Bury MIA.

Stereos

Staying up in the grey sky morning,

Staying up with the bills on fire, you say,

Standing on your head, “we can pay this shit tomorrow.”

 

I’ve said too much and I don’t belong here,

I’ve said too much and these feet do wander, some days,

All days.

 

We’re here ‘til the very end,

Another monkey off my back again,

We’re here until the very end,

And I’m not sorry.

 

All the stereos are rotting in the basement (x8)

 

With the lights out we’re complacent,

With the lights out, soaked in flames, at this stage,

Show me off to bed we’re sleeping at the sideshow.

Do you have the time or friction?

To listen to this wine sop vixen lengthways?

All ways.

 

We’re here ‘til the very end,

Another monkey off my back again,

We’re here until the very end,

And I’m not sorry.

 

All the stereos are rotting in the basement (x8)

 

Always as the world rolls on,

I know, who can take me home,

All night as I’ve come undone,

We won’t stand for it anymore.

All the stereos are rotting in the basement (x12)

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