Balaclava

running off over next doors garden

before the hour is done

it's more a question of feeling

than it is a question of fun

the confidence is the balaclava

im sure you'll baffle em good

will the ending reek of salty cheeks

and runny makeup alone



or will blood run down the face

of a boy bewildered and scorned

will you find yourself in a skirmish

will you wish you'd never been born

you tie yourself to the tracks

and there isn't no going back

and it's wrong wrong wrong

but we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble



are you pulling her from a burning building

or throwing her to the sharks?

can only hope that the ending is a pleasurable as the start

the confidence is the balaclava, i'm sure you'll baffle em straight

and it's wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait



that's right, he won't let her out of his sight

now the shaggers perform

and the daggers are drawn

who's the crooks in this crime?



that's right, he won't let her out his sight

now the shaggers perform

and the daggers are drawn

who's the crooks is this crime?



that's right, he won't let her out his sight[x3]



will you be able to boast,

that this day held the most flawless heist of all time?



you knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss

quiet and unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest

she pleaded with you to take it off

but you resisted and faught

sorry sweetheart I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.