Full Way Round (feat. Grian Chatten)

Could I get served over here, please? Hello? You'll wait your turn young fella I've been the full way round Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby With my head and my tongue hangin' out I've been the full way round Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby With my head and my tongue hangin' out Down as the onus upon us Filin' out to execute the jury I told you not to hurry (I'll do it for you Judy, yeah) I open the bonnet now Not unlike a local bishop's collar out the gate He says that's why he's late (A real gentleman) I've been the full way round Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby With my head and my tongue hangin' out I've been the full way round Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby With my head and my tongue hangin' out Down as the onus upon us Filin' out to execute the jury I told you not to hurry I'm calling, sick with worry It's Judy talkin' sharp when she's always thinkin' dirty Relationship is flirty We're crashing in the early I'm gearing out the parties, cause I wander 'til 1:30 I'm murky as you please sir, I wanna- ah murky I got needs, I got needs, I got needs, rosary beads I don't think our water got it, got it on her knees I've been the full way round Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby With my head and my tongue hangin' out I've been the full way round Crucified the city in a crisscross cabby With my head and my tongue hangin' out Yeah Down as the onus upon us Filin' out to execute the jury I told you not to hurry I'm calling, sick with worry It's Judy talkin' sharp when she's always thinkin' dirty Relationship is flirty We're crashing in the early You're not out here to hurt me Even if it's in your genes But I'm knowin' that my dying Is a fixture in your dreams Don't disturb me, my arrows for the clergy But for the breeze against my back And all the world will know my fury But you're not out here to hurt me Even if it's in your genes But I'm knowin' that my dying Is a fixture in your dreams La la la, la la la And you're not out here to hurt me Even if it's in your genes But I'm knowin' that my dying Is a fixture in your dreams La la la, la la la The world's floatin' around All safety netted and square and all peculiar Parroted back then by the other Brushing their nerves upon the pine slip Until a fixed and very easy novelty Then it's men in heels I'm sex-driven for a strange second boy And don't let it rouse in the boat I was in a cab They took me from East to West, more or less Or maybe from North to South Either way, the cab drew some important line on a crucifix I asked the driver was he wearin' And he turned the radio up against the question Yeah, just leave us off anywhere here please