Not Up To You
salt grips the road
awaits his lift again
street orange glow
shades the odds against
one more sip
a shoe a miss a shaving nick
one extra kiss
who's to know whatever!
not up to me
not up to you
the swings don't swing
the parks been dead for years
how do you know
the last swing weren't your last
for good hard book on freaks
fresh summer peach
creased magazine
suar chocolate treat
who's to know whatever!
not up to me
not up to you
the streets so long
where she lost her pocket purse
kept the last picture of the man
she commited first
cracked windscreen rain
french murder play
junk take away
tired street parades
who's to know whatever!
whatever!
not up to me
not up to you
not up to anything we do
not up to me
not up to you