Waist 36 Leg 32 Lyrics by Jamie T
Lies untold don’t make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill or ghosts may follow
Ghosts may follow you
Back down, back out, back in again for ya
Upside inside your down
Well, at night these slights become a torrent of rain
That keeps our from your window pain
But now you’ve finally found someone that you blame
Someone you blame for everything
You lie down, purred out
Signed off with exclamation
To everything they ever claimed
Lies untold don’t make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill or ghosts they follow
Ghosts they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath, that bark, that bite
That faithful night
That fateful night
You’re in it to get it
To love it to live it
The limit you give it, yeah, is wrong wrong wrong wrong
In it to win it
Within it indifference
Is sinning, it’s a given
Now it’s gone, gone, gone, gone
Critics, collisions, semantics, religions
Divisions , contingents, yeah, they’re strong, strong, strong, strong
Inclined admissions
Romantic incisions
Untenable positions in the song, song, song, song, song
A night out in town
Could brush these cobwebs away
Could hush the don’t make sounds
Please stay, don’t wait for your mates, hate me
You run with the wrong crowd
And stained your blouse
Lies untold don’t make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill or ghosts they follow
Ghosts they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath, that bark, that bite
That faithful night
That fateful night
Tried to hide, but by the time you’ve
Cried sometimes inside the street lights
Death or glory jakanory
Something’s dimmed beside your eyes
But if you feel you’re up to it
She thinks that you’re up to something
Maybe there’s more to a life than retail parks and punk in ‘public’
Hiding indoors, fairweather friends
Climbing four walls
Hell for leather sent
Filling your drawers with jeans you brought
Look shit in 36 waist 32 leg
Biting your tongue, drinking cold coffee
Being half the man you are the half you could be
Half the man you’re not
Half the man she wants
The other half left way before she loved me
Lies untold don’t make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill or ghosts they follow
Ghosts they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath, that bark, that bite
That faithful night
That fateful night
Lies untold don’t make you lads
Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful
Goes slow to get your fill or ghosts they follow
Ghosts they follow you
Black clouds now shroud a fire inside
That spark, that dark, that breath, that bark, that bite
That faithful night
That fateful night
