Postcodes (For People Who Will Not Arrest Me) - The Smith Street Band

I’ve been dreaming of, sex, drugs and violent retribution

Of sound and noise pollution

The forgotten revolution

I’m not singing a solution I’m just, trying to get something done

These songs about friends and times they were few

Songs about the future and of course

A line or two, for each of you

And I, I miss dying, coughing up blood and flying

And if you stay sane with both feet on the floor

What were you always kicking up dust for?

And I don’t wanna work no more

No I don’t wanna work no more

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I hope we live on through postcodes

'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go

And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me

And girls that I barely know

I’ve been looking up

Not at much but it’s enough

There’s hope in homelessness, home in being hopeless

And the winds fly in from the coast

Remind us to make the most of every chance we get to dance with ghosts of

alphabets

And as he wrapped his hands around my neck

All I could see was you touch his leg

And neither makes me all that eager

'Cause it won’t be too long til my body is gone

And I don’t wanna work no more

No I don’t wanna work no more

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

And I don’t wanna work no more

No I don’t wanna work no more

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I hope we live on through postcodes

'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go

And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me

And girls that I barely know

When men get older they laugh less

Even dogs wag their tail when they’re close to death

But I’m going down with my hands by my sides

Eyes open wide, and a puppy dog smile

And we’re not all that fast

What we lack in speed we make up with complete disregard for sleep

And I don’t wanna work no more

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I’m gonna make you so proud of me

I hope we live on through postcodes

'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go

And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me

And girls that I barely know

I hope we live on through timezones

'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go

And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me

And girls, girls that I barely know