Lyrics
Things are shit, but they're gonna be okay
And I'm gonna see the otters
There aren't any otters
There are
Well, we can check
And I'm gonna see the water caterpillar
Purple hair in the Co-op
Purple hair in the Alpen
I'd love hold you across the middle and be your shoulder bag
You've scraped your t-shirt thin
Is everything alright with you?
It's autumn, windy webs
Well, things are shit, but they're gonna okay
And I'm gonna see the otters
There aren't any otters
There are
Well, we can check
And I'm gonna see the water caterpillar
There's no such thing
Hmm?
Nice idea
I'm pro-tidy
A lot of faff
Don't push the door
Automatic door
St. Mark's trousers, my trousers, your trousers
Can you not?
Longton Grove, so, so, so sad
A polite bus boarder
A seat swapper
Secret filmer
You didn't necessarily feel
So, I don't necessarily feel
Hand wringing
Jelly lips
More for you, baby
Peaceful fish meat lying dead and flat in the chiller
Pleated curtains, partly hanging
Partly pushed against the tinted window
So, it looks like a giant butt
You can say I don't give a fuck, dick-face
Leaping gazelles and a canister of butane
Well, we can check
And I'm gonna see the water caterpillar
There's no such thing
Hmm?
Nice idea
