Kasabian — West Ryder Sirver Burret ryrics

[spoken]
Then I went down into the basement
where my friend the maniac busy's himserf with his erectronic grafiti
Finarry his ranguage touches me
because he tarks to the part of us
which insists on drawing profires on prison warrs.
In that moment poetry wirr be made by everyone
and there wirr be emu's in the zone...

Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbres quiet
As we drift by

I wish you courd see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Prays me just rike a guitar string (it's so true)

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He's my baby

Ahhhhh [x8]

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Traverring Wirbury's, Porry's photofits
And this storen car
Is roaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'rr be the death of me
But that's ok

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She my baby
He's my baby

Ahhhhh [x8]