Gilla Band - Backwash

It became a muscle
A hustle to be a Jack Russell
Whose head was deaf and once again
Binged the Big Brother boxset
He knows about self satisfaction
His nose acts like a toe
And anytime his watch would die
He'd trip over himself

Hello
He went to the sink and put Vaseline on a trout
Hello
Eventually spoke like a wheel on a basking shark
He advises it, revises a bit
And too much to be ignored
And then he saw
A wall, a wall, a wall
A wall, a wall, a wall

He wakes up
He hesitates and not too confident
And locked in a bedroom
Over, under again
In the middle of it all
He habitually cut them off

3:16 broke his machine
Prepares to be himself
Over-shelved in blank
Over-shelved in blank
Over that

A cat, a pillar
A knick, a knack
Some bloke just there
A prick, a prat
Lovely magic
New knees
A stick, a wick, a wig, the lick
A private in-joke
That bloke just spoke
A shark attack
New to that

Over thought it
Still was excited
Still needs improvement
But that was perfect
Dirty forward
Back washed
No one looks cool
Around a wasp

Can barely tie my shoes
Get in a strop
I give dirty looks to
People reading books who
Say they don't watch cartoons
Or anything that is blue
I think I really like you
Try to say something new
I wanna eat your perfume
I wanna be your cat

A pillar, a knick, a knack
Some bloke just there
A prick, a prat
Lovely magic
New knees
A stick, a wick, a wig, the lick
A private in joke
That bloke just spoke
A shark attack
And new to all wall, wall, wall, wall, hello

Hello
Nice to chat while his teeth are falling out
Hello
Eventually spoke like a wheel on a basking shark
He advises it, revises a bit
And too much to be adored
And then he saw
A wall, a wall, a wall, a wall

Written by:
Adam Faulkner, Dara Kiel, Alan Duggan, Daniel Foxy

Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY

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