Hi-Fi Serious lyrics

Nothing
And nothing's where you're at
When you ain't got something
You'll never get it back
It's coming on like a drug
The universal power of one
But it don't mean nothing
If it all comes undone (uh-huh)

Fly away
If you fly away
You might die today
If you fly
Fly

Gimme some love
Gimme some skin
If we ain't got that then we ain't got much
And we ain't got nothing

Gimme some love
Gimme some skin

Somethings going on
I don't know what I did
But it worked out fine again

Got you in my song
It sounds like a hit
It's gonna be alright again

We're something to celebrate
The more you love, the more you hate
Who cares about us anyway
Something's going on

Take some time to graduate
Take some time and don't be late
Who cares about us anyway
Something's going on

Nothing's going right

6 o'clock on a tube stop, waiting for a subway train
On my own, so alone, why does everybody look the same?
To the right there's a sign, telling me which way to go
To the left there's an old man shouting at the radio
The radioooo-oh

Get out, get out, get out, yeah

6 o'clock on a tube stop, waiting for a subway train
On my own, so alone, why does everybody look the same?

Suck it up, we're going down
30 seconds 'till we smash into the ground
The passengers have lost their smiles
Soon their bodies will be wreckage spread for miles

I'm in the shit, knee-deep in it, I think that this might hurt a bit
I leave my debts but no regrets - except I wish I'd took the train

Another day, another flight
There's not a chance of going down, but I just might

Five pretty boys for ten shitty years
Five girls next door, I'm up to my ears
I need a reaction, a new revolution
All over the country, 'cos they took it away

They took it away, it can't be impossible
They're playing the records that they play in hospital
Radio playlist for the terminally ill
You can't tell they're miming 'till you're over the hill

And it goes on (and on, and on, and on...)

She's over it, she cannot take no more yeah
Don't wanna quit but that's a pretty nice door yeah
I got a bed, it really cost a fortune
I go away and it's too big without you
You've got it good, you know how good we've got it
You've got it bad, you know how bad we've got it

I wouldn't swap it for a job in Starbucks
Wouldn't swap it for a job in Starbucks

Come on, you can have your own way

Air on the streets, lights on the trees
Eight days a week, singer's disease
I wanna be where the sun meets the sky
I wanna be there, it's out of your mind
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I wanna piece of the air when I breathe in
I wanna be the gold underneath the stream
Having my moment, you know what I mean

Ooooh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines

So come out fighting, second's out
Who's the daddy Well there's no doubt
Got on thing on your brain, you all act the same
But you're alright

'Cos you are from Venus and I am from Mars
You'd like your penis as big as your car
Not so good in the sack - so what, d'ya want your money back!
Yeah, you're alright

It's just as far as you can go, without going back again

It's OK to beat the living shit from the drum kit
It's OK to take what you don't have, if you want it

That's alright, that's your way
Water's cold, December, Del Ray
Through those eyes, made me cry
And the summer is forever
It's the endless summer

And it's not about your girlfriend
And it's not about your boyfriend
And I'm not about to lose it over you
Remember what I told ya

We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go
It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become Oh yeah!

Running out of luck
Trying to keep it punk
You can only let yourself down
Afraid of what you know
A square shape in a round hole
You know, it goes in tight,
Goes in tight

We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go
It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become

Right back at you, record three
Makes you wish that you were me
'Cos we got no job for life
Build 'em up like Frank Lloyd Wright
No two days turn out the same
Only sleeping on the plane
Not exactly Monkey days
C'mon, rock it up, from the back to the front, go!

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, so come on