| Lyrics: | Salt grips the road awaits his lift again
Street orange glow shades the odds against
One
more sip,
A shoe, A miss,
A shaving nick.
One extra kiss,
Whose to know
whatever!
Not up to me, Not up to you
Not up to me, Not up to you
The
swings don't swing the parks been dead for years
How do you know the last swing weren't your
last for good
Hard book on freaks,
Fresh summer peach,
Creased magazine
Sugar
chocolate treat,
Whose to know whatever!
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to
me, Not up to you
The street's so long where she lost her pocket purse
Kept the last
picture of the man she committed first
Cracked windscreen rain,
French murder
play,
Junk take away,
Tired street parades,
Who's to know whatever!
Whatever!
Not up to me, Not up to you
Not up to me, Not up to you
Ha,
Whatever
Not up to me, Not up to you, Not up to anything we do
Not up to me, Not up
to you.
Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!
Its not up to me,
Its not up to
you,
Its not up to you,
Its not up to you,
Its not up to you |
