Post Post World by Ed The Dog Lyrics
I’ve never seen somebody else make a coffee right
I’ve never seen somebody else brush their rotten teeth white
I’ve never tried to be someone that’d judge a man by his bite, but I’d rather rip out every one of my fillings than try your way of life
...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son
‘cause I could take all of this on
But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world.”
You always say you support your local bookshop right?
But then it’s only a pound plus shipping when you buy it online
I’ve never seen somebody else make their tea with a knife, but I’d rather be wrong in the gaze of opinion than be your kind of right
But oh my god
Come on
Dig deep
You should be able to feel it somewhere near your solar plexus
The shame
The guilt
It’s not true
Just let go
Do you
...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son
‘cause I could take all of this on
But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world."
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...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son
‘cause I could take all of this on
But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world.”
I’ve never seen somebody else brush their rotten teeth white
I’ve never tried to be someone that’d judge a man by his bite, but I’d rather rip out every one of my fillings than try your way of life
...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son
‘cause I could take all of this on
But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world.”
You always say you support your local bookshop right?
But then it’s only a pound plus shipping when you buy it online
I’ve never seen somebody else make their tea with a knife, but I’d rather be wrong in the gaze of opinion than be your kind of right
But oh my god
Come on
Dig deep
You should be able to feel it somewhere near your solar plexus
The shame
The guilt
It’s not true
Just let go
Do you
...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son
‘cause I could take all of this on
But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world."
Post-post-post-post-post-post-post-post
...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son
‘cause I could take all of this on
But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world.”