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The Petrol Song


This isn’t what I want at 3 in the morning

I want to sleep soundly in your arms

What would it be like

To be the guy who died in a stationary car

Queuing for petrol in a heat-wave

Dream of you, when wide awake

I didn’t mean to hurt you

I didn’t think I’d feel like this

I didn’t mean to hurt you

Is how I am too wrong to make things right?


I’d like to be the guy who died in his car

Boiled and fried queuing for petrol

If I was him life would be great

No late nights no worries mate

The guy who fried himself queuing for petrol


Must be hard to spend your life with one like me

Up and down with no self control

I’ve heard there’s pills that I could take

To put blinkers on my mental state

Like wide-screen on a regular TV


That fills my head with nasty thoughts about 9/11 babies

All the boys named George

All the girls named Hope

And I do hope

And I would help if I believed it was the right way

But it’s the wrong way

With the safety nets removed

Now it is ugly

Ugly

But it’s too late now

Get used to ugly

With the safety nets removed

We’ve let our demons run amok

We’ve let our demons run free

Now it’s ugly with the safety nets removed


This isn’t what I want at 3 in the morning

I want to sleep soundly in your arms

Dream of you when wide awake

And that I didn’t mean to hurt you

Is how I am too wrong to make things right?


I’d like to wake

In 2013

And read about what Einstein had to say

A sunny day

At night I’d watch the stars and wonder

If we’ll ever, ever get out there


Will the skies open?

Will one man rule the world?

Or maybe we’re all stormtroopers in a matrix style planet earth

Or maybe this is it

And what we see is how it is

With no prophetic apocalyptic messages

I wish I didn’t think like this


I’d like to be the guy who died in his car

Boiled and fried queuing for petrol

If I was him life would be great

No late nights no worries mate

The guy who fried himself queuing for petrol

I said the guy who fried himself

Queuing for petrol

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