Foals - Syrups lyrics

Wrap me up in goodbyes Old sarga**um sky 'Cause I'm about to take flight Please don't ask me why And if the devil wants me Tell him I got high 'Cause life is what you make it You got yours and I got mine When the end comes my way Will I drop to my knees and pray? And if my parents ask you Tell them I'll be okay And now the robots have made the rounds Sand dunes filled up all our towns Foxes howl and the creepers prowl around The peeling wet bricks of London town Foxes howl and way men cower Won't you find a way for me somehow? So let's get down on Oxfordshire Throw a party I hope we won't get hurt See you frown through your evening gown When I fall from the wagon [?] Hiding from the businessman Won't you find a way from me somehow? I'm not gonna wake up Hiding from your businessman Won't you find a way from me somehow? I tried to make a call to heaven Phone lines cut back in ninety-seven Radio silence all the way down The robots make all the paper rounds And all the kids have left the towns Foxes howl and the preachers bow down When I fall from the wagon [?] businessmen Won't you find a way from me somehow? I'm not gonna wake up Hiding from your businessman Won't you come to wake me somehow?