"241 Tuesday" lyrics
Can't get a taxi late at night
It's near the dawn of Wednesday morning light
They take a walk home in the rain
Fuelled by alcohol and cheap cocaine
Here comes the start of another fight
From one of many things that aren't quite right
He's got the cigarette, she's got the flame
Then she throws it, blows it up, here they go again
She tells him all of the places which she could have went
He says, don't blame me, love, blame the government
She said, get back to the rock from which you crawled under
And I seen you tonight taking that redhead's number
It's a two for one Tuesday
Where all the stars are all aligning to fall
And now they're deep into Wednesday
Thursday's showing no hope at all
By the time they hit Friday he'll come back around
They'll sleep together, safe and sound
As long as all that K is ground
They'll match pound for pound
Until it next falls down
And now it's late on Saturday afternoon
They're nearly ten pints deep in Wetherspoons
He starts to laugh as she starts to sing
They make the nod to give the man a ring
Back to an after party whiffing balloons
Talking conspiracies about the moon
And then he calls her someone else's name
So she smashes up the gaff
Here they go again
And then she labels him a rat
And says, who the fuck is Shirley
He said, you were flirting with me mate
Saying you liked his hair curly
They don't speak for two days after a monumental brawl
And then they kiss up, make up and head out for the ball
'Cause it's a two for one Tuesday
Where all the stars are all aligning to fall
And now they're deep into Wednesday
Thursday's showing no hope at all
By the time they hit Friday he'll come back around
They'll sleep together, safe and sound
As long as all that K is ground
They'll match pound for pound
Until it next falls down
Can't get a taxi late at night
It's near the dawn of Wednesday morning light
They take a walk home in the rain
Fuelled by alcohol and cheap cocaine
Here comes the start of another fight
From one of many things that aren't quite right
He's got the cigarette, she's got the flame
Ah
Here they go again
It's near the dawn of Wednesday morning light
They take a walk home in the rain
Fuelled by alcohol and cheap cocaine
Here comes the start of another fight
From one of many things that aren't quite right
He's got the cigarette, she's got the flame
Then she throws it, blows it up, here they go again
She tells him all of the places which she could have went
He says, don't blame me, love, blame the government
She said, get back to the rock from which you crawled under
And I seen you tonight taking that redhead's number
It's a two for one Tuesday
Where all the stars are all aligning to fall
And now they're deep into Wednesday
Thursday's showing no hope at all
By the time they hit Friday he'll come back around
They'll sleep together, safe and sound
As long as all that K is ground
They'll match pound for pound
Until it next falls down
And now it's late on Saturday afternoon
They're nearly ten pints deep in Wetherspoons
He starts to laugh as she starts to sing
They make the nod to give the man a ring
Back to an after party whiffing balloons
Talking conspiracies about the moon
And then he calls her someone else's name
So she smashes up the gaff
Here they go again
And then she labels him a rat
And says, who the fuck is Shirley
He said, you were flirting with me mate
Saying you liked his hair curly
They don't speak for two days after a monumental brawl
And then they kiss up, make up and head out for the ball
'Cause it's a two for one Tuesday
Where all the stars are all aligning to fall
And now they're deep into Wednesday
Thursday's showing no hope at all
By the time they hit Friday he'll come back around
They'll sleep together, safe and sound
As long as all that K is ground
They'll match pound for pound
Until it next falls down
Can't get a taxi late at night
It's near the dawn of Wednesday morning light
They take a walk home in the rain
Fuelled by alcohol and cheap cocaine
Here comes the start of another fight
From one of many things that aren't quite right
He's got the cigarette, she's got the flame
Ah
Here they go again
