On The Way Home Underground Lovers

Memory is my best friend
I ask it but never again
How can you sleep with yourself
Putting that shit on the shelves
Hi de hi clogging up my mind
I ask permission from her all the time
Strange days cloudy and dark
I’ve fallen asleep in the park

On the way home
On the way home
On the way home
On the way home

They all go out in style
All confident then full of bile
Its members of the KKK
Holding on to your space
I ask you but never again
How do you stir up your friends
And how can you sleep with yourself
Putting that shit on the shelves

I’m on the way home
I’m on the way home
I’m on the way home
I’m on the way home
I’m on the way home
I’m on the way home
I’m on the way home
On the way home