Advice - Graham Coxon

Why can’t you realise, just get more paralysed

Then get the rabble round and shoot the arrows out

Go write a new song (you're so discerning)

Fall out of my tongue (it's quite determined)

Don’t think of stopping when you see a stop sign

Just keep on playing the groovy records 'til the morning

Disjoint the pint, just shut the point

Tough break, man, it’s not enough

Completely tough, fucking enough

You mind me standing here, talk through your adenoids

They’re sharpening their knives, a pull before you rise

I wrote a new song (while I was touring)

Man, it was no fun (totally boring)

Don’t think of singing til you see the white eye

Turn up the fuzz and dull your senses 'til the morning

Why can’t you realise, just get more paralysed

I’m feeling pretty much back where I started

And it’s quite concerning me

Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning

Giving you continual advice until the morning

Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning

Giving you continual advice until the morning

Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning

Giving you continual advice until the morning

Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning

Giving you continual advice until the morning

Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning

Giving you continual advice until the morning

Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning

Just push it to the back of my mind

Just push it to the back of my mind

Just push it to the back of my mind

Extend to the back of my mind

Extend to the back of my mind

Extend to the back of my mind

Extend to the back of my mind

Extend to the back of my mind