"Those That Don't Know" lyrics
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know
And those that don't know that they don't know
From the North to the South, from the East and West
London town is busy at best
With the kicks to the chest and the dips and the crests
(Fall asleep) Fall asleep past your stop
Creeping past eleven o'clock in the morning
No dawn's ever boring
Sometimes I lie in the bath 'til it's cold
Nothing but a laugh to the front in the back of my soul
I wanna live forever, give my best guess
'Cause that's the best you'll get is a guess, but no less
Smoke in the chest, hold it in, 'til it's in your skin
Inhale this hardly smoke, that's a hardy toke
Flip flops and your shorts or the big dogs on the porch
'Til the night on the scorch, alight like a torch
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know (Too stoned)
And those that don't know that they don't know
Hunky dory all evening
At a-hundred-and-forty BPM
'Til it's done, sort of, in the A.M.
Or you've done talking, or it's mayhem (Mayhem)
At the cornucopia, doped up, the local shop's a mere toe-tap
Vocal and focused on the buying of papers and the fire drill
And the brightest shades of milk, we look a mighty shady ilk
Memories of a long lost eon
Millions of stars out there, which one might you be on?
It's like Jupiter's moon in this room, get the heat on
I need a stencil to follow my pencil, pensive and sensing
Smoke in your chest, hold it in 'til it's in your skin
Inhale this hardly smoke, that's a hardy toke
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know
And those that don't know that they don't know
You know me, I always detest the dawn
The grass always looks like it was left on the lawn
You talk around events and from the side of your sight
The Benson burns, it reflects in your eyes
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know
And those that don't know that they don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know
And those that don't know that they don't know
From the North to the South, from the East and West
London town is busy at best
With the kicks to the chest and the dips and the crests
(Fall asleep) Fall asleep past your stop
Creeping past eleven o'clock in the morning
No dawn's ever boring
Sometimes I lie in the bath 'til it's cold
Nothing but a laugh to the front in the back of my soul
I wanna live forever, give my best guess
'Cause that's the best you'll get is a guess, but no less
Smoke in the chest, hold it in, 'til it's in your skin
Inhale this hardly smoke, that's a hardy toke
Flip flops and your shorts or the big dogs on the porch
'Til the night on the scorch, alight like a torch
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know (Too stoned)
And those that don't know that they don't know
Hunky dory all evening
At a-hundred-and-forty BPM
'Til it's done, sort of, in the A.M.
Or you've done talking, or it's mayhem (Mayhem)
At the cornucopia, doped up, the local shop's a mere toe-tap
Vocal and focused on the buying of papers and the fire drill
And the brightest shades of milk, we look a mighty shady ilk
Memories of a long lost eon
Millions of stars out there, which one might you be on?
It's like Jupiter's moon in this room, get the heat on
I need a stencil to follow my pencil, pensive and sensing
Smoke in your chest, hold it in 'til it's in your skin
Inhale this hardly smoke, that's a hardy toke
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know
And those that don't know that they don't know
You know me, I always detest the dawn
The grass always looks like it was left on the lawn
You talk around events and from the side of your sight
The Benson burns, it reflects in your eyes
There's those that don't know
Those that don't know that they don't know
There's those that don't know
And those that don't know that they don't know
Writer(s): Michael Skinner, Robert Harvey
