Текст Buzzcocks – Flat–Pack Philosophy

I’m cracking up can’t take the strain
From heaven to hell and back again

And so each night I say a prayer
Someone to love someone to care

Hold on
Why am I here?
What are we living for?
All of my hopes, dreams and desires
Assembly required
That’s flat-pack philosophy

So when my thoughts make me depressed
I think the best and fuck the rest

Despite it all the future’s key
The double decker bus, the one I didn’t see

Hold on
Why am I here?
What are we living for?
All of my hopes, dreams and desires
Assembly required
That’s flat-pack philosophy

Hold on
Why am I here?
What are we living for?
All of my hopes, dreams and desires
Assembly required
That’s flat-pack philosophy

Flat-pack philosophy
Flat-pack philosophy

Flat-pack philosophy
Flat-pack philosophy