Drink Nike letra

Right in the centre of Hove,
Next to an escalator,
Someone has hidden a bomb
Underneath a plastic chair
But he can't put his finger on it:
He'll never be that kind of man.
He'll die in his bed on a summer's night
With his hand on his favourite thing.

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.

Maybe it's a natural phase,
Comedy has taken its toll.
No-one is totally lost,
Nobody is out of control.
There are words he could use to describe it,
Metaphors he should have applied.
He'll die in his bed on a summer's night
With his hands on his adequate bride.

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.

Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile!
Smile!
Smile, we're waiting for it.
Smile, we're waiting for
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.
Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala.

Future Of The Left - Letras

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• ADeadEnemyAlwaysSmellsGood
• Arming Eritrea
• Chin Music
• Drink Nike
• Fingers Become Thumbs
• Fuck The Countryside Alliance
• How To Spot A Record Company
• I Am Civil Service
• Kept By Bees
• Land Of My Formers
• Lapsed Catholics
• Manchasm
• My Gymnastic Past
• Plague Of Onces
• Prescriptions
• Real Men Hunt In Packs
• Right In The Centre Of Hove
• Sheena Is a T-shirt Salesman
• Small Bones Small Bodies
• Stand By Your Manatee
• Suddenly It's A Folk Song
• Team Seed
• That Damned Fly
• The Contrarian
• The Hope That House Built
• The Knife Is Not a Knife
• The Lord Hates A Coward
• Throwing Bricks At Trains
• Wrigley Scott
• Yin / Post-Yin
• You Need Satan More Than He Needs You