The Primrose Path - Jonathan Bree

This is the end of the night

No one’s on the floor

No more records will spin now

No more will they pour

They’re cashing up and calling cabs

We must go

The sun is about to come up

Take me home

Let’s go via Turkish cafe

They’re open all night

Falafel wrap with hummus

Baklava and a Sprite

You’ve turned into a panda bear

We must go

The sun is about to come up

Take me home

I’ll be good to you

On the primrose path

And we’ll forget I am a sociopath

I will buy you things

Cry at Lion King

And I’ll try not break your sweet neck

I’ll be good to you

On the primrose path

And we’ll forget I am a sociopath

I will buy you things

Cry at Lion King

And I’ll try not break your sweet neck, angel