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Pitchshifter
Pitchshifter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J.S. Clayden
J.S. Clayden
Songwriter

Lyrics

One, two
One, two, three, four
Eight days of the week, can't believe my eyes
Insurrection in the streets, so we stay inside
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah
One, two
One, two, three, four
Tired of wishing things were different, I can sympathize
Lately things don't seem so easy, there's no black and white
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Go, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming
Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah
Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah
(coughing)
Yeah
Go
Go
Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah
Eight days of the week, we're dead on our feet
Take me aside, just shoot me
No black and white, black and white
Wish we could drive right through you, yeah
Go
Go
Written by: Jim Davies, Jonathan Clayden
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