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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dry Cleaning
Dry Cleaning
Performer
Florence Shaw
Florence Shaw
Vocals
Lewis Maynard
Lewis Maynard
Bass Guitar
Nick Buxton
Nick Buxton
Drums
Tom Dowse
Tom Dowse
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florence Shaw
Florence Shaw
Lyrics
Lewis Maynard
Lewis Maynard
Composer
Nick Buxton
Nick Buxton
Composer
Tom Dowse
Tom Dowse
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dry Cleaning
Dry Cleaning
Engineer
Joe Jones
Joe Jones
Engineer
John Parish
John Parish
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Just an emo dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Let's look at the geophys
Let's wait for the results
From the geophys
[Verse 2]
Just an emo dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Spent £17 on mushrooms for you
'Cause I'm silly
[Verse 3]
Just an emo dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
This week is Holy Week
[Verse 4]
I just want to tell you I've got scabs on my head
It's useless to live
I've been thinking about eating that hotdog for hours
[Verse 5]
Kiss me, letting you only when we must
While someone holds the door
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
[Verse 6]
It's useless to live
I just want to tell you I've got scabs on my head
It made me realize
My only ambition in life
Is to grip the roots of your hair
You just want to be liked
[Verse 7]
Tin glazed earthenware, flower brick painted in blue
On the sloping edge, a vase of flowers
On the front, a Chinese landscape
On the sides, figures in a Dutch landscape
It's Europe
[Verse 8]
It's Europe
It's Europe
It's Europe
[Verse 9]
In the painting's foreground at the bottom
Is a famous anamorphic
Which, when viewed sidelong
Is revealed to be a human skull
[Verse 10]
Seems like a lot of garlic
Long, lean, young, lovely
You just want to be liked
I like you, stay
It's Europe
[Verse 11]
Just an emo dead stuff collector
Things come to the brain
Too much to ask about
So don't ask
Written by: Florence Shaw, Lewis Maynard, Nick Buxton, Tom Dowse
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