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, who's to know whatever!
[Chorus] Not up to me, Not up to you Not up to me, Not up to you
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, who's to know whatever!
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 anything we do Not up to me, Not up to, oh, you Oh you, oh you It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you
Writer/s: Kelly Jones, Richard Mark Jones, Stuart Cable
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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