Dry Cleaning - Every Day Carry Lyrics

It's chocolate chip cookie
Crappy, crazy pizzas
Your haircuts changed

It's every day carry
You're a gift to me
Nice party ice
You're an individual cream bun

It's chocolate chip cookie
Crappy, crazy pizzas
It's all good though

Look at that
Looks like good quality earth
Just a conduit
Don't look at me, I'm just the medium
Your haircuts changed for charity
Can you imagine the rent
Or a big pearl
People person
These are the eyeholes
A banging pasta bake
Muller corner, onions, orchids
The smear test blues
Put a shawl on that mannequin, mate
Can you imagine the rent
I want big pearl

It's a light emitting diode
It's a long nail story
It's a dead hand tree
Best friends forever

Every day carry
It's bad luck

For the tree after the edge of the motorway
When they clear a forest for a motorway
You lose your friends, and you're exposed
Used to be in the thick of it
If you only knew what to wear
Two fingers up to you, you wastrel
That's my shopping trolley you're approaching
Uninvited, just body bits
Your haircuts changed

You're a gift to me
Nice party ice
You're an individual cream bun
Come on

Uninvited, just body bits
Your haircut's changed
I don't know I feel, he's fit
But I think he might be
Residual Pop Rocks in the mouth of your cab driver
Drop what you're doing, let's get to the tip
Droopy flute solo comes in now
Galump, lump, huge white geese
Please us all
Major massive arsehole
All the children say I've got enchanted eggs

My beautiful restaurant, let's go Jim
My beautiful restaurant

Now it seems like none of that meant anything
A sugared armpit, a roast potato on a long branch
More spice, plans conceived in love
A Ferrari with a license plate that says 'T337H'
Bambino, what a cruel heartless bastard you are
Welcome to hell
Keep up with it all
Be nice
Try to maintain high energy
Don't bring everyone down
In a matching soft brown tank top
Just can't creep comfortably any more

Paper thin skin covers hands
Hollowed cheeks
Must I look at my belly in the mirror?
Must I belly in the mirror
A thing in the past
Your own personal fatberg, homemade

I'm confused
Ready to cut loose
Sherlock Holmes Museum of breakups
Wait an hour for a pancake
Make it larger, build it up
I don't mind, I'm happy either way
I don't know, what's the point
You actually smell like garbage

Every one of them looks a tit
Not going to lie, it's daunting choreography
But I'm gonna bring it all the same
Just want to put something positive in the world
But it's hard because I'm so full of poisonous rage

It's all well and good to be saying that
But I need more
Keep up with it all
Be nice
I just can't creep comfortably
Curtains always closed