Nothing Cures Melancholy Like Looking at Maps

[Verse] I put the pedal to the metal and I Carry myself home again And again, and again, and again, and again With every repetition comes a new addition to my Twenty-first-century map of proto-human history That's where the kids threw the brick through our window And that's the railway line that we used to climb [Chorus] On consecutive Fridays (consecutive Fridays) Free of consequence by the Purley Way Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop Praying the police won't call on us [Verse] I was a natural blonde for three whole years Hydrogen peroxidе stained all I touched All I touched All I touchеd All I touched All I touched Turned to gold while my brain turned off [Chorus] On consecutive Fridays (consecutive Fridays) Free of consequence by the Purley Way Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop Praying the police won't call on us On consecutive Fridays (consecutive Fridays) Free of consequence by the Purley Way Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop Praying the police won't call on us [Verse] We all sing the same old songs we just sing them different now We all sing the same old songs we just sing them different now We all sing the same old songs we just sing them different now We all sing the same old songs we just sing them different now Some actions will have consequences that will not become apparent Until a time so far off I can't even begin to grasp it [Chorus] On consecutive Fridays (consecutive Fridays) Free of consequence by the Purley Way Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop Praying the police won't call on us On consecutive Fridays (consecutive Fridays) Free of consequence by the Purley Way Just sunken friends on a drunken rooftop Praying the police won't call on us [Outro] (Hi, Callum, it's just Iain returning your call, just- er, hope you're okay. Bye!)