Текст (слова) песни: Lucksmiths, The - Goodness Gracious
What a beautiful day for a crushing defeat What a stupid waste of sunshine A funeral pace down a favourite street But I have to come home sometime, I suppose
Don’t be hopeful on my behalf I’d like to offer my resignation And strangle myself with a football scarf Or act in self-defenestration
Yeah, I have seen better days The weekend was mine to waste I had nothing to do And you had nothing to do with me
And I try, and I try, and I try your patience How low must your expectations be? Goodness gracious me Goodness gracious me
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