Snitches Get Stitches

Slo-mo-fo co-accused with his screen kiss

As the formula of function suddenly got cryptic.



A twisted sidekick stood balanced on a matchstick, 

Caught the disco ball's 100th nervous grin.



Grass, grass, grass are you alone when you sleep?

Do you dream, dream, dream?

Do you dream of the deep sea?



Silent nights (silent nights) are the best time for silent crimes

And skipping town so you never do time.



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My friends all got caught when they burned the disco down with me

And then they all lost me to the big blue belly of the sea.

You might just catch me bleeding any golden mile, 

Breaking another town with another crowbar smile.



So slo-mo and co did time on the mainland

Whilst I found my peace with the sea as a deckhand.

I learned the perfect life was a stitch in crime

And that nature outshines neon almost every time.



Splash, splash, splash.

Did you feel like a car crash when you burn, burn, burned all your spare time at half term?



Crazy days (crazy days) introduced us to crazy nights

That introduced us to the glare of search lights.



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