Plans And Apologies - Kaputchawoonga lyrics
If I'm David then you must be Goliath Well set my balls on fire Parade me in a skirt and call me Mandy on a Sunday The roads were awful quiet And you sang like a choir Who'd never sang a note since they were presented A CD compilation of the Cure Which duly you adored But not as much as vision Corrupted your division! He says âI'm entitled To steal all your titles Revisions and revivals Claim your ideas as my own And soup it up with a new haircut A new suit and a TWANG From a holy mother land I've never even visited...?â Well hold on! You got the whole thing wrong! Fashionistas sing along!