Not Cool. The End. Lyrics.

peter pan

you’re my moonshine

the lightest factory as clouds take cover

i’ll gun you down sometime

no need to stagger as you’re underneath it’s udder

running on power from the people that conserve light

knowing that your age won’t replicate your appetite

i’ll gun you down sometime - tonight

you’re my lifeline

a liquid blanket when my heart takes over

you wear off sometimes

a bloody business when you’re underneath its udder

running on power from the people that conserve light

knowing that your age won’t replicate your appetite

i’ll gun you down sometime - tonight

so, how’d i do?

When diane had a baby

and billy had a gun

we never had a skateboard

and we never wanted one

so burn the fucking english

and rally up your sons

we’d spray paint floors

fire rockets through the doors

but hurt noone

one by one I’d get the job down

so, how’d i do?

These (something) fields are pretty

when you build them on a rug

we doused the house with whiskey

and stole the keys from fathers

well if i’d never started drinking

i’d have never started thinking

now i’m old and i’m tired

writing words without fire

to relive the days that won’t ever be returned….

one by one I’d get the job down

so, how’d i do?

m.i.s.t.y

one slip, you’re weightless

the crowd shouts, oh wow

go to sleep

this is the final count to three

breathless, your arms out

in this dream can make you scream ‘what now?’

go to sleep

this is the final count to three

what i say goes!

m.i.s.t.y i’ll hold you ‘til you die

art school

daddy’s gonna sort you out

my daddy’s gonna sort you out

when i’m around

when im around

daddy’s gonna sort you out

my daddy’s gonna fork it out

when are you down

before i find you hanging aloud

mummy’s gonna sort you out

my mummy’s gonna sort you out

when do you drown

when are you down

daddy’s gonna sort you out

sugar daddy’s gonna fork it out

when are you down

i won’t be hearing a sound

well tell me what it costs

i’ll tell you what i missed

your Slayer layered hip huggers

are looking kind of sick

you looking like a mannequin

it don’t matter when you’re rich

so come and dance with me

you reveal yourself - ART SCHOOL

i’m gonna sort you out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First practice in 6 months. Anyone know how to play the songs????