Douglas - Turboweekend

I’ve been getting fewer calls

Spinning under mirror balls

Sleeping in broken parts of town

I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down

My aims are low, my tales are tall

Published mostly on toilet walls

I flush my best thoughts underground

They’re gone, they’re gone, they get around

My hands are really shaking now

I’m carrying the sacred cow

Limp and cold in my arms

Ring, ring, ring the alarm

I know about the secret war

I’ve seen the bodies washed ashore

And every tomb’s a stepping stone

I dance, I dance, I dance alone

I’ve seen the face of someone near

Blow up in smoke and disappear

Oh walk with me!

Oh don’t be shy!

We climb, we climb, we’re getting high

My hands are really x4

My hands are really shaking now

I’m carrying the sacred cow

Limp and cold in my arms

Ring, ring, ring the alarm