I don't fear anything
Eyeballs swivelling
Turned on perfect numb shimmer pissed with you
Smoking, sharing
Oozing, uncaring
Dazzled by the English boy I'm taking to
Daddy doesn't like me standing apart
He can't understand a ripped up heart
We're just pieces of meat till we fall down and start to go off
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill cool as hell
Words drift in honey
Mellifluous and funny
Idiotically laughing in safety from the outside
Come here Richey
Come here and kiss me
Fall like feather sluts as if we've both just died
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill we're cool as hell
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill cool as hell
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Fried on the Royal Mile cool as hell
We'll be laughing at the kitchen sink once we've had some of this
credits
from Dead Dead Dead Still Digging EP,
released June 1, 2020
Written and produced by Richey
Recorded at Futureworks Salford by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin
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