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 I'm sure youll baffle em good With the ending wreek of salty cheeks And runny makeup alone Ooohh will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned And you'll find yourself in a skirmish And you wish you'd never been born And you tie yourself to the tracks And there isn't no going back And it's wrong wrong wrong But well 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 the ending is a pleasurable as the start The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you baffle em straight And it's wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait That's right, he won't let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn Whos the crooks in this crime?
Thats right, he wont let her out his sight How the shaggers perform And the daggers are drawn Whos the crooks is this.... Crime!
That's right, he won't let her out his sight That's right, he won't let her out his sight That's right, he won't let her out his sight You'll be able to post any day of the most For the sights of all time
You knew that he'd be trouble right before the very first kiss Quiet and assuming But you heard that they were the naughtiest She pleaded with you to take it off But you resisted and fought 'I'm sorry sweetheart, about trouble Keep on the balaclava'.