Comet Face Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Woke up, Peckham Rye at half five

Fuckboy on the ground with his pants down

What happened to him in his past life?

What happened to him in his park side?

Roads were busy, buses passed by

I wonder who saw me

I was the last guy

Think it was Willem

He said I was headed in through the poolside

I hustled the cold quays till 5AM

But all I got was swept aside

Like the pesticide in your vegetables

It sounds like



[Chorus]

Like the worries of those at the worst times

Like the worries of those at the worst times

Like the worries of those at the worst times

Like the worries of those at the worst times



[Verse 2]

Not again, it's Peckham Rye

At half five

Boy on the ground with his pants down

What happened to him in his past life?

Spilled blood from his dome in his past time

Has it happened again? Is the skull slight?

Is the gold fine?

At least my nose ain't bent

But my brain's fryin'

Think they asked for a light, then they offered a line

Fought from some master men, but I'm glad to decline

Must've triggered somethin', enhanced masculine

And after I squish it in, self-esteem insulin



[Chorus]

That contorts the glows at the worst times

It contorts the glows at the worst times

This contorts the glows at the worst times

It contorts the glows



[Outro]

A waste of time, a waste of time

A waste of time, a waste of time

A waste of time, a waste of time

A waste of time, a waste



Sick

Um, then, I'll be quick then

I've pinched van off work tonight

I didn't, I didn't get an answer off you about the amp

I was seeing if I could just drop that

I don't know if your mum's in tonight or anyone

Just drop that 'round, if that's alright