Well Ran Dry by Royce Wood Junior
Vocals – Stac
– Jamie Woon
– Ross Hutchison
Drums – Dan See
mix – Lexxx
Lyrics
All I can see is your back
I like the back of you anyway
You butterfinger muzak
That just don’t cut through today
You put the copy in cat
You put the try into industry
But then there’s one whopper in
The middle of some truth that you might’ve made.
Looks like that well ran dry
You don’t have to call but not to call is just unkind
Looks like that well ran dry
I can’t justify the trick the con the lie
Looks like that well ran dry
You don’t have to call me when to call me takes up time
Looks like that well ran dry
I can testify to a trick and a compromise
Why be the white or the black
When you can blag it with beige or grey?
It’s just the scale of the wack
that’s got me drinking from shame.
It’s not the size of the fire
It’s the will of the fire brigade
But there’s one porkie in the middle
of some truth that you might’ve made.
It lies sleeping in the shop doorway of your brain
In the bed you made.
