Throw - Scritti Politti

I can’t find a stand to take to or from the road to ruin

Sure I’ve got the sense to make a record of my own undoing

I should like to mention, a friend or some relation

I can throw you farther, then you can trust me, son

I go back from time to time to indeces and empty schools

All now are dull sublime, all were then my golden rules

But you know I’m lying, I’m just sick and tired of trying

You could throw a party and maybe I’ll be there

Get me out of here

Let me show you my arms

I prefer the water’s edge, seven locks and three cliffs bay

No allegiance left to pledge more than that I could say

I was never better, life before the letter

They can throw me comfort crumbs but they can’t bake the cake

Get me out of here

Let me show you my arms

Get me out of here

Let me show you my arms

Get me out of here

Let me show you my arms