The Streets - I Love My Phone lyrics

A journey through time Unlock the living, put the four digit pin In your hand, you hold the whole world and it's dan Clutch the bare rubber that judders up late You muster more bluster and thrust yourself upstairs Cling to your thinking, glintzing for a ding If you with it you're and it and if you binned it you'd wither Without it, no doubt sh** No ounce, it's a b**h History equips us with the kitchen sink How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in in the inside lining of my trousers tonight Communication with the new nation The escalator moves endlessly friend and to every station Quiver it delivers you the river or give up Addicted to the little thing that rings Like a torch in the dark, reading short remarks Scorching candescent thoughts from the heart Information advantage in the face of a rabbit People read headsets, frozen in headlamps How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in in the inside lining of my trousers tonight Well if I could build a time machine I would fly to you As 60 minutes an hour, with flowers in kind pursuit We can't change the past but we can ruin the present By scratching on our heads and fretting on the future A man takes on to men, take lovers and lunatics Metal fronted fronts, another way of doing it Glory paid to ashes comes too late, my phone mate The closing blows on stakes on an only frozen lake A constant stream of words in a wanton, teeming and turgid splurge Rechecking the stream of comment Many dreams from one end to the other end of nonsense How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in in the inside lining of my trousers tonight