Walk Up (Explicit) - Geordie Greep

Lyrics by：Geordie Greep

Composed by：Geordie Greep

Produced by：Seth Evans

Electric and Acoustic Guitars/Organ/Synthesisers/Piano/Keyboards and Vocals：Geordie Greep

Bass：Seth 'Shank' Evans

Drums：Morgan Simpson

Percussion：Adé Eggún Crispin Robinson

Saxophone：Deji Ijishakin

Piano：Deschanel Gordon

Talkbox：Seth "Shank" Evans

Walk up to failure

Walk up to regret

Walk up to a place

You'll never forget

Past the pregnant guard

To the red paradise

Of dreams and scars

Leg scars arm scars

Belly scars lead by far

The marks of the the old country start

The old cliché

Exploitation blues

The offers no young

Hungry thing could refuse

"Welcome to hell"

She may as well say

As you

Walk up

Walk up

Walk up for love

On your lunch break

Walk up

Walk up

Walk up to see god to see sweet Jane

You still smell her snatch

As you trawl the accounts

Flip through the company books

You could say you rode the coat tails of blind chance

I know you itch for romance

Another lonely executive cunt

The kind that only knows how to pay to touch

In the boardroom your fish fingers shake hands

With the top flight men

Check your balls for lumps once they've left

What's that itch

Is that new

Is that working as it's supposed to

Am I alive

Is she sleeping with eyes open

There's a place for your briefcase

But watch out for wandering hands

Walk up

To see god to see sweet Jane

To pay for a new name

For love on your lunch break

"Do they make a lot these things

Or just get by on the brink"

Your wife asks as you both walk past

Feigning indifference "no idea enough to live I suppose"

When the favourite catches your eye

She stays quiet you exhale relief

Humiliation was almost complete

Chalk it up to blind fate

Tomorrow you're back for love on your lunch break