LYRIC

[Intro]
You said what?
Fuck, no
No, fuck off
I ain't fucking paranoid

Let's go back to corridors of mine and also yours
Where the dust lays on the shelf in this the quiet hell

Of cigarettes and trains and plastic and bad brains
And heartbreak lays upon the self of this the new born hell, well

Times sands, times sands, times sands they fall
They fall in to the class, well
Turn it upside down, turn it upside down, turn it upside down it falls
It falls into the glass

Make shift roaching as I sweat
Rush hour and I'm not meant to sweat
But they forgive me that I'm sure
Here comes the Monday law

Of cigarettes and trains and plastic and bad brains
And heartbreak lays upon the self of this the another hell, well

Times sands, times sands, times sands they fall
They fall in to the glass, well
Turn it upside down, turn it upside down, turn it upside down it falls
It falls into the glass
It falls into the glass
It falls into the glass

We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
Hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
Hoover on the plastic and bad brains
Hoover on the plastic and bad brains
Hoover on the plastic and bad brains
Hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We fall into the glass

Added by

admin

SHARE

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

About "Time Sands"

Jason Williamson of Sleaford Mods said this about the song… “Rush hour looks horrible through the eyes of a man, high on drugs and alcohol but the reason he’s in this state at this time of the morning is perhaps even more terrible to contemplate.”

Time Sands Track info