Vauxhall Breakdown
Why would you roll the windows down in such foul weather?
"to catch a breeze!" I always knew that you were clever
The backseat of the car isn't just for fucking
The backseat of the car isn't just for fucking
But we'll both be safe while we're in this vessel
At least more so than all those fools outside will
And every time we drive it will feel like crying
And every time we drive it will feel like crying
The seat is comfortable, just as is shoulder to my cheek
I know it's weird, but sometimes it's nice not to speak
Oh my days are wasted, and I'll not see them again
Oh my days are wasted, and I'll not see them again
the backseat of the car isn't just for fucking
and everytime we drive it will feel like crying
Oh my days are wasted, and i'll not see them again
the backseat of the car isn't just for fucking