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 swings weren't your last for good
Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach,
Creased magazines, 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 committed 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
Whatever!
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to anything we do
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to you
Its not up to you
Its not up to you
