Point Me At The Fridge

Won't you come on over tonight My self control is at an ebb Come on over tonight Cold Newcy brown, a chunk of Leb My place is yours, this is true A pile of cans is rising fast Just no telling how long this session's Gonna last Come on over tonight The rugby match is on the box The second I go for a shite The welsh go over, Ringland rocks The outside world is at bay At least until the news comes on Defiance is the rock we'll build our home upon Been away for a while And objectively I surveyed my role Pursuing the sunburst narcotic That rejuvenates my very soul I mean what I'm saying Love what I'm saying Hoping and praying Truly conveying Our wishes to those who support what we're doing They know who they are Come on over tonight And really freak the neighbours out Come on over tonight The place is smelling like "The Trout" Clambering up from the deck With pins 'n' needles in my calf Point me at the fridge Before the second half!