Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skinExcept I've never been as sweetI've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkwardAnd tickle me green, I'm too naivePray for the people inside your headFor they won't be there when you're deadMuffled out and pushed back downPushed back through the leafy groundTime is too early, my hair isn't curlyI wish I was home and tucked awayWhen nothing goes right and the future's dark as nightWhat you need is a sunny, sunny dayPray for the people inside your headFor they won't be there when you're deadMuffled out and pushed back downPushed back through the leafy groundDon't know where I can find myself a brand new pair of earsDon't know where I can buy a heartThe one I've got is shoddy, I need a brand new bodyAnd then I can have a brand new startPray for the people inside your headFor they won't be there when you're deadMuffled out and pushed back downPushed back through the leafy groundMonsters in the valley and shootings in the alleyAnd people fall flat at every turnThere is no straight and narrow, offload your wheelbarrowAnd pick up your sticks and twigs to burnPray for the people inside your headFor they won't be there when you're deadMuffled out and pushed back downPushed back through the leafy groundPray for the people inside your headFor they won't be there when you're deadWhen you're dead, when you're deadWhen you're dead, when you're deadWhen you're dead, when you're deadWhen you're dead, when you're dead, when you're
Johnny Flynn
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