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


Will you be able to boast
That this day held the most flawless heist of all time

you knew that he'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
quiet, unassuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
she asked you to take it off
but you resisted and faught
sorry sweetheart I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.