Not Up To You

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 parks been dead for years How do you know your last swing weren't the last for God 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 streets 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 parade 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 Ahh you, ahh you, ahh you Its not up to me Its not up to you Its not up to you Its not up to you Its not up to you