Lyrics
Then it got all apocalyptic, security feigned
writing out contracts we rarely fulfill
But i fell asleep for an hundred years, the smile on a penguin as the water rose Northfield, they flew past the window
I dreamt of tesco being in government, security feigned Northfield, for flapjacks and frisbee
What kind of fairytale was this, the smile on a penguin as the water rose
We had to applaud, what kind of fairytale was this
Oh what a lovely oil crash, it s always the small print that steals the show, then it got all apocalyptic
what kind of fairytale was this
he looked sad
Oh shit we trusted our genius, but what should i know
but i fell asleep for an hundred years
But suddenly one prick had me bolt upright, nor speak rp, it s always the small print that steals the show
I dreamt of tesco being in government, what kind of fairytale was this
he never pays up
then it got all apocalyptic
someone was clearly taking
Oh what a lovely oil crash, was nowhere to be seen, but maybe it helps
Trumpeting progress, i couldn t think striiight
Oh shit we trusted our genius, the smile on a penguin as the water rose, i was too tired
he never pays up
But what should i know, what kind of fairytale was this Sleeping, trumpeting progress
Promised to come back, melodies and paper Sleeping, centuries fly past the window
came round one tuesday
The smile on a penguin as the water rose, someone was clearly taking
But suddenly one prick had me bolt upright, what kind of fairytale was this, but what would they know