Could I get served over here please, hello?
You'll wait your turn young fella

I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby
With my head and my tongue hangin' out
I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby
With my head and my tongue hangin' out

Down as the onus upon us
Filin' out to execute the jury
I told you not to hurry
I'll do it for you Judy, yeah

I open the bonnet now
Not unlike a local bishop's collar out the gate
He says that's why he's late
A real gentleman

I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby
With my head and my tongue hangin' out
I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby
With my head and my tongue hangin' out

Down as the onus upon us
Filin' out to execute the jury
I told you not to hurry
I'm calling, sick with worry
It's Judy talkin' sharp when she's always thinkin' dirty
Relationship is flirty
We're crashing in the early
I'm gearing out the parties, I go wander 'til 1:30
I'm murky as you please sir, I wanna- murky
I got needs, I got needs, I got needs, rosary beads
I don't think our water got it, got it on her knees

I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby
With my head and my tongue hangin' out
I've been the full way round
Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby
With my head and my tongue hangin' out, yeah

Down as the onus upon us
Filin' out to execute the jury
I told you not to hurry
I'm calling, sick with worry
It's Judy talkin' sharp when she's always thinkin' dirty
Relationship is flirty
We're crashing in the early

You're not out here to hurt me
Even if it's in your genes
But I'm knowin' that my dying
Is a fixture in your dreams
Don't disturb me, my arrows for the clergy
But for the breeze against my back
And all the world will know my fury

But you're not out here to hurt me
Even if it's in your genes
But I'm knowin' that my dying
Is a fixture in your dreams
la la la, la la

And you're not out here to hurt me
Even if it's in your genes
But I'm knowin' that my dying
Is a fixture in your dreams
la la la, la la

The world's floatin' around
All safety netted and square and all peculiar
Powered back then by the other
Brushing their nerves upon the pine slip
Until a fixed and very easy novelty
Then it's men in heels
I'm sex-driven for a strange second boy
And don't let it rouse in the boat

I was in a cab
They took me from East to West, more or less
Or maybe from North to South
Either way, the cab drew some important line on a crucifix
I asked the driver was he wearin'
And he turned the radio up against the question

Yeah, just leave us off anywhere here please

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Adam Oliver Amos Wren, Grian Alexander Chatten, Neil John Barnes