Lyrics

Microwave

What’s your favourite microwave?
What’s your favourite microwave?
What’s the colour of your eyes?
Red, girl you look so sad
I’m not blind, I’m not blind
This is it, talk to me, girl
I’m not blind, I am lost
I am lost, I am lost
Where are you? Where am I?

This is New York, this is New York

Do you wanna hurt?
Well take your turn, take your turn
Do you wanna hurt?
Everyone take their turns

Did running away work out for you?
Did running away work out for you?
Did running away work out for you?

Did running away work out for you? Not for me, not yet
Did running away work out for you? Not for me, not yet, not for me

I know your secrets, your dirty secrets
Don’t worry, I won’t tell, I won’t tell
I know your secrets, your dirty secrets
Don’t worry, I won’t tell, I won’t tell
What’s in the box?
You’ve been hiding all day

This is it, New York

Do you wanna hurt?
Well take your turn, take your turn
Do you wanna hurt?
Everyone take their turns

Did running away work out for you?
Did running away work out for you?
Did running away work out for you?

Did running away work out for you? Not for me but I thought I’d ask
Did running away work out for you? I thought I’d ask just in case

Just in case

What’s your favourite microwave?
What’s your favourite microwave? (What’s in the box?)
What’s your favourite microwave?
What’s your favourite microwave?



Rush

You say you don’t want to rush
You say you don’t want to fall
Say you don’t really care
No you don’t give a damn

You say you don’t want to rush
You say you don’t want to crash
You say you don’t really care
No you don’t give a damn

People keep losing their minds
Going ’round and around on this ride
People keep losing their minds
Going ’round and around on this ride

You say you don’t want to rush
You say you don’t want to break
You say you don’t really care
No you don’t give a damn

People keep losing their minds
Going ’round and around on this ride

But this time let go
‘Cause this time I’ve got you
But this time let go
‘Cause this time I’ve got you

This time I’ve got you
This time I’ve got you



Shit Hits The Fan

Gotta take your dog for a walk
Gotta take your lovers by the hand
What have you been doing these nights?
Girl since I’ve been not around

Gotta be aware of this dog
Gotta be aware of who you loving
The flies in this place are getting old
Who’s gonna fly around you when they’re gone
Who’s gonna fly around you when they’re gone
Who’s gonna fly around you when I’m gone

If you go no gonna take me away
If you go no gonna take me away
If you go now gonna take me away
If you go no gonna take me away

That is of course of course
That is where I left all my horse
But where did I leave all my horse
Wait ’till I leave all my horse

We’ll wait until the shit hits the fan
We’ll wait until the shit hits the fan
We’ll wait until the shit hits the fan
We’ll wait until the shit hits the fan

And it will trust me on that one
It will



Television

Do you remember where we buried the television?
It was grandma who said ‘boy, you don’t have any ambition’
She was right to the bone
She was right to the bone

Do you remember where we buried the television?
It was your friends who said ‘boy, you’re full of shit and contradiction’
They were right to the bone
They were right to the bone

Do you remember where we buried the television?
Yeah it was me who said ‘love is just another word for addiction’
I was right all the time
I was wrong all the time

I wouldn’t mind dying
I wouldn’t mind dying
No, I wouldn’t mind dying
Even if this means nothing for no one