No Can Do
If you've been thinking about trading in all your cash for gold
You've got bills blazing up like they bits of bituminous coal
Been tryin'a get your deft hands on one o' them Maxibon
Mate, I think you may have finally crossed over the Rubicon


I know words come and go
And I know shit gets postponed
And I'm pretty certain I don't belong here anymore
And, furthermore, neither do you


If you getting bent down on one o' them bended knees
End up just sending her a text of the diamond ring emoji
You been spending all your days just perpetually scrolling down
If you ever find what's at the bottom, tell me that you'll throw it straight back in the ground


Yeah, you know we don't belong here
Maybe, we never have
Oh yeah, you know there's not a world out there that fits into our tiny minds
Take your pick; I'm a biscuit. Bottom of the cookie jar
And like the mist in a wrist watch, there's no easy way of getting me out without sunlight
Face down in a pound shop in a Northern market town
No, no. No can do

If you've no idea what you're doing, don't worry
If you've no idea what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry. Neither do I
And nor does anybody
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry. Neither do I
And nor does anybody
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry. Neither do I
And nor does anybody
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry
If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry. Neither do I
And nor does anybody