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
The swings don't swing The park's been dead for years How do you know your last swing Weren't the last for good Hard book on freaks Freash 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 she commited 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 me, not up to you
Oh, whatever Not up to me, not up to you Not up to anything we do
Not up to me, not up to Oh, you Oh, you Oh, you It's not up to me It's not up to you
It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to You