This is the end Ten out of ten In exploration of a clucking hen Tonight was tight But we aren't friends Yeah I suppose it's melodrama But it's how I feel and you can tell that to them "Say hi to me from sobriety" (She says) I'm spinning out, unravelling I'm the boss boy racer And the audiobook's Lauda This could be Rodin to Italy Just do something with me We've been struggling for miles Where are my memetic flowers I've got beef with a monkey account now Can I make you proud? Crying out Sound the genie alarm Give it clean, give me crisp, we need calm Ban the bubblegum champ I've got half a mind to set fire to the bar I've got a big fat house And I know exactly what I'm gonna do with it I waited three years to drive And in a second our ride Could be engorged from boot to bumper Spilling too much and just like us God stopped at the humber I know if it's real I wanna know if it cares anymore We've been spinning for miles Crushed my memetic flowers I've got beef with a monkey account Can I make you proud? Stood, crying out loud Oh, what a night to be found And what a night to be John Superman And we burn down the motorway A wild rocket couldn't stop it We're going back to Spain Yeah, this is a we could be in a film kinda thing The big screen adaptation that you just won't ring And I hear you're gonna quit it for the band But you can't hold it together without it holding your hand But please for me don't cry I made it all the up way to the microphone didn't I? I've done it now Until I get it right Until I get it right Write a song Write a song Write a song To drive to Write a song Write a song Write a song To drive to Write a song Write a song Write a song To drive to Write a song Write a song Write a song