Eleven Plus

Duration

4:06

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Think I've got it coming The bulls will get to running Now I'll give a piece of my mind Ripping out the notches Can those pocket watches Everything just feels so sublime (Right back to you) It will come in my time (Right back to you) All I've got is my paint (Right back to you) I can turn on a dime (Right back to you) And I know what it ain't Finally, for my next trick Feeling how my clock ticks Smashing all the grapes for my wine Pushing all the edges Digging dirt with dredges Squeezing all the juice from my lime See you don't see it... Can I still be it? You got to hang up my phone. Getting back to color She's just getting duller Think I’m gonna take the brush sans the comb (Right back to you) She's got to get on her ride (Right back to you) Letters coming from home (Right back to you) While the atoms collide (Right back to you) I can scream while you moan Chorus: What can I ask to make you know? Attacking the class to make it grow. Time for my head sleeping on the bus Everybody’s coming back home to live in eleven plus Bridge: Building up steam, desperate times Getting to know the parts better Unclench your fist, hold it down You know your junk is my treasure SOLO (Right back to you) Chorus: What can I ask to make you know? Attacking the class to make it grow. Time for my head sleeping on the bus Everybody’s coming back home to live in eleven plus