LYRIC



Hey swordface stick that tongue back in your face
Haven’t you heard the north winds about to blow
You say you lost the way to go
And the fire burns way down low
Will spark up from tinders and twigs

Yeah yeah so every day is a Mardi Gras
Too much frou frou, chi chi and la-de-da
What a way to burn
What a way to spurn
Some spending figures entrée
As much

Ways t’burn
Yeah we’re all for it now
Ah you live and then learn
And fall for heat somehow

I ‘aint got nothing left but memories
And I’ve paid a hefty price for them
Bad music in empty bars
Idiot savants in flash cars
And cigarette ash all over the place

I ‘aint got nothing left but memories
And there is no price you can fix on them
Cos they are all I have
There’s some good and some bad
Some of them a smokescreen

I ‘aint got nothing left but memories
And there is no price you can place on them

Ways t’burn
Yeah we’re all for it now
Ah you live and then learn
And fall for heat somehow

Ways t’burn
Ways t’burn
Ways t’burn
Ways t’burn
Ways t’burn
Ways t’burn

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