salt grips the road
awaits his lift again 
street orange glow
shades the odds against
one more sip
a shoe a miss 
a shaving nick one extra kiss
who's to know whatever!
 
not up to me not up to you
not up to me not up to you

swings don't swing
the parks been dead for years 
how do you know the last swing
weren't your last for good 
hard book on freaks 
fresh summer peach 
creased magazine 
sugar chocolate treat
who's to know whatever! 

not up to me not up to you
not up to me not up to you

the street's so long 
where she lost her pocket purse 
kept the last picture of the man
 [bad word] first
cracked windscreen rain 
french murder play
junk take away
tired street parades 
who's to know whatever!
whatever! 

not up to me,not up to you
not up to anything we do
not up to me,not up to you
Oh..you