Drink Nike - Future Of The Left

Right in the centre of Hove

Next to an escalator

Someone has hidden a bomb

Underneath a plastic chair

But he can’t put his finger on it:

He’ll never be that kind of man

He’ll die in his bed on a summer’s night

With his hand on his favourite thing

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes

Maybe it’s a natural phase

Comedy has taken its toll

No-one is totally lost

Nobody is out of control

There are words he could use to describe it

Metaphors he should have applied

He’ll die in his bed on a summer’s night

With his hands on his adequate bride

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes

Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala

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Smile!

Smile!

Smile, we’re waiting for it

Smile, we’re waiting for

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes

Those kids, I swear, drink Nike, yes

Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala

Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala

Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala

Smile-alalalalalalalalalalala