You have the vision when you move a notch
You get permission to be what you want
I snog it now 'cause the sexy spot is prancing on my garden
Look, I'm elevated, I'm Captain Hook
Just 'round the back of the shop shut street
The rain in the wood is like a thinner sleet
It hits my nose and all I got is twigs and fat weeds and grass snakes please
When did I get so fucking down on my knees?

You have the mission when you walk a lot
Don't be a slider, get it how you want
I snog it now 'cause the sexy spot is dancing like
Baby, Dirty Dancing aka another crisis next to the magazine stand
Where's our picture on the front of this magazine, man?
It's such a shame that every job here is dead
It's such a shame that every person I meet needs smacking in the head
When did I get so fucking down on my knees?

He's gonna get all his dreams
He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings
He's gonna mess himself so much
But it's all gonna come down hard
He's gonna get all his dreams
He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings
He's gonna mess himself so much
But it's all gonna come down hard

One, two, three, four

You really don't know what they've probably got
They've got your arms if you resist the trot
I'll dance it now 'cause the rest is turned up in a microwave
Dark brown with the wavy wave
Just 'round the back of the bridge, no sleep
Lines of the road with the yellow lights brave
The night to my mind, who lives in that house
And what do they think all the time?

He's gonna get all his dreams
He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings
He's gonna mess himself so much
But it's all gonna come down hard
He's gonna get all his dreams
He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings
He's gonna mess himself so much
But it's all gonna come down hard

He's gonna get all his dreams (what do you get for killing me?)
He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings (a tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand)
He's gonna mess himself so much (what do you get for killing me?)
But it's all gonna come down hard (a tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand)
He's gonna get all his dreams (what do you get for killing me?)
He's got short, short, short, short, shortcummings (a tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand)
He's gonna mess himself so much (what do you get for killing me?)
But it's all gonna come down hard (a tighter grip, a bled of dying thousand)

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson