Don't You Feckin Dare...
You’re everywhere ice cold want
Mine is the house you don’t haunt
You’re that thing that keeps me in
You’re intense, but I have thick skin
I will bring you roses
I’ll have cake myself instead
Time only is time
For what is spent
Not for how life is led
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my door
Don’t come knocking, knock, feckin, knocking
Don’t come knocking you bore
You’re a scream I could wake up with
You’re a fright I shall put up with
You’re the door, for more, always open
You’re the fecker that’s always mopin’
Off a tree-lined avenue, in a coal-hole made of stone
I’ll sit there screaming, I would rather live alone
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my door
Don’t come knocking, knock, feckin, knocking
Don’t come knocking, you chore
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All the stars in my Apple-I
They can’t light our way, oh no
All the maps, and all the charts
All the dreams…
Dreams …won’t… leave… you…
Home…
Home…
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my feckin door
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my do'
Don’t come knocking, knock, knock, knocking
Don’t dare come knocking no more bro
I suppose things might have ben better had I bothered to listen to it first...when I have a moment later I may give that a go.
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