The Wolfgang Press

Birminngham

The Wolfgang Press


Face the facts and don't look back 
There's a hole in this middle town affair 
There's a whole inquest 
Like a hole in the rest 
That I think I'm going to have to sit in 
You're a sleeping bag 
You're a rhyming slug 

Pressure pressure 

Man is sick of chairs 
From the heart of the sins above ground 
Around here I think I'm Jesus 
And I'm sick of all the songs about love 
There's a head hunt in Birmingham 
We're going to hurry down the same old roads 
I'm not going to think that I'm a Jesus 
Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone 

Pressure pressure 

Fix this kiss this 

I'm not sick I'm going to handle this 
I'm going to have everything I want to have 
I'm going to seed some mean 
I'm going to raise a scene 
I'm going to raise everything I ever had 
I'm not sick I'm going to handle this 
I'm going to...