I put the pedal to the metal and I
Carry myself home again
And again, and again, and again, and again
With every repetition comes a new edition to my
Twenty first century
Map of proto-human history
That's where the kids threw the brick through our window
And that's the railway line that we used to climb
On consecutive Fridays
Free of consequence by the Purley Way
Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop
Praying the police won't call on us
I was a natural blonde for three whole years
Hydrogen peroxide stained all I touched
All I touched, all I touched, all I touched, all I touched
Turned to gold while my brain turned off
On consecutive Fridays
Free of consequence by the Purley Way
Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop
Praying the police won't call on us
On consecutive Fridays
Free of consequence by the Purley Way
Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop
Praying the police won't call on us
We all sing the same old songs
We just sing 'em different now
We all sing the same old songs
We just sing 'em different now
We all sing the same old songs
We just sing 'em different now
We all sing the same old songs
We just sing 'em different now
Some actions will have consequences
That will not become apparent
Until a time so far off
I can't even begin to grasp it
On consecutive Fridays
Free of consequence by the Purley Way
Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop
Praying the police won't call on us
On consecutive Fridays
Free of consequence by the Purley Way
Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop
Praying the police won't call on us
(Hi, Callum, it's just Iain returning your call, just- um, hope you're okay. Bye!)
