Nitrogen Pink - Polly Scattergood

Nitrogen Pink and a whole load of Wednesdays

They’re these sweet rotting memories

That keep you alive

Nitrogen Pink please

Throw me a moment just to

Get my composure and to

Stamp on a fly

And the boys had they’re pearls

And the girls had to backs

And everybody was laughing at you

Singing isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it

Such a funny old world the way tragedy strikes

Nitrogen Pink and a whole load of Wednesdays

They’re these sweet rotting memories

That keep you alive

Nitrogen Pink please throw me a moment just to

Get my composure and to stamp on a fly

And the blind man was seeing clouds all grey

Until the weather man blew his rain away

And nobody, nobody, nobody make a sound

Nitrogen pink and a pill for my breakfast

And a bag full of ketchup that he spilt on his tie

Nitrogen pink for the unwritten bible

About this mad mad days survival

Till he kicked it up in the flames

And all the education daddy

It never paid

Because the fat man took my innocence away

And I though and I thought and I thought

You said all the streets were paved with gold

Nitrogen pink for the real captain redbeard

For the unlikely pianist

The sad and the gay

Nitrogen pink for the man in the corner

For the pig in the slaughter house

The sweet melody

Played slot machines got so rich then we lost it

Found a hole in my pocket

Crack a smile and were ok

That long drive home

Nothing much ever after

Nothing hurts me more than laughter

Man I wish you could be here

Nitrogen Pink and a whole load of Wednesdays

They’re these sweet rotting memories

That keep you alive

Nitrogen Pink please

Throw me a moment just to

Get my composure and to

Wave you good bye