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Foxholes - Lovejoy
Lyrics by：William Gold/Joseph Goldsmith/Mark Boardman/Ash Kabosu
Produced by：Alistair Chant
You swear he comes here every evening
But it's the first I've seen him
Keeps his morals on a keyring
His intentions up his nose
You've done everything to please him
You've centred all your leanings
Still it feels like no-one's listening
You can hear it in their undertones
I wish we could depart
Under mysterious circumstances
Put the lipstick on my tongue
Girl you'll be fine
But there are no atheists in the foxholes
There are no ways to carve the same tree
& I am sure
That this is gospel
& I am sure
The choir's gonna kill me
Joe Goldsmith
I swear I've eaten all my egg-whites
But still you give me stage-fright
You know it feels like there's a guidebook
That everyone can read but I
'Cause when you say come closer
You really mean it's over
With your room-temperature mimosa
You forgot to chuck tonight
I wonder if it's fun
To be emotionally bankrupt
You take it as it comes
God you'll be fine
There are no atheists in the foxholes
There are no ways to carve the same tree
& I am sure
That this is gospel
& I am sure
The choir's gonna kill me
He's gotta get away
You aim you fire
You wait you lineup
You pray he's gonna kill me
All guns for a hire
Don't pay for the liar
My killer my killer is gonna kill me
My god good god is gonna kill me
My god good god is gonna kill me
My god my god aaahhhhhh
Oh you couldn't write it
