Direction of Strong Man
Aidan Moffat, Malcolm Middleton
We're barely half way there.
You're stretched out and clamped around me.
I don't think there's drink at home.
You make a little snore and shift.
Just keep your head down there.
You sleep, I'll give directions.
I'll use the private miles to plan some tactics and a gift.
I'll move around you, attack and surround you. She talked me back inside
Thank fuck our friends are nosey.
Any reaction's good
It's a stupid way to make me say it.
Did we go far enough?
Did it just serve its purpose?
If words are still a problem
I'll cut it out and let you weigh it.