Lyrics The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Presidential Wave

I see you on my wall, You're a murderer!

I see you on my wall, You're a murderer!

If you ever wanna speak to me

You've gotta look into my eyes, my baby

If you ever wanna

You've gotta be my friend again, my baby

What's to say? It's insane

Words align and I let go

Jam on toast, my favorite I boast

As my mother clears the table

If you ever wanna speak to me

You've gotta look into my eyes, my baby

If you ever wanna

You've gotta be my friend again, my baby

Sometimes I'm lost, I can't find my way home

Sometimes I'm lost, I don't know where to go

If all you people can show me I'm home

All you people can come to my home

All you people can come to my home

Oh no!

Oh no! You give me some love!

One! Two! Three! Four!

You've gotta look into my eyes, my baby

If you ever wanna

You've gotta be my friend again

If you ever wanna speak to me

You've gotta be my friend again