Glue

[Verse 1]

Vintage shoes, old tattoos

Take a bump in the line to a bathroom stall

No withdrawal you can’t refuse

Fading roots, blow a fuse

Throw a punch for defending something you can’t recall

Did it make you feel small or was it just the booze?

[Chorus]

In your head, there’s nothing wrong at all

In your head

[Verse 2]

Thirty-two, sniffing glue

Everyone’s got their wives and sons, but not you

Not you, ‘cause you prefer ‘the crew’

Never lose, football cues

You’re writing stuff on the internet for twenty four people

Is nothing new?

[Chorus & Outro]

In your head, thеre’s nothing wrong at all

When you’re dеad

There’s nothing wrong

There’s nothing wrong at all

In your head, there’s nothing wrong at all

When you’re dead, there’s nothing wrong

No, there’s nothing wrong in your head

There’s nothing wrong at all when you’re dead

There’s nothing wrong

No, there’s nothing wrong