Songtexte:
Malcolm Alexander Mission

seen you hangin' outta window strugglin' to the trees swingin' for the younguns they gonna catch a sweeter breeze got uncle davey's letters hunched

I'm a fatcat losin' in the lean ol' times got my fatback slappin' outta my time ya make the phone keep ringin' in my ear fine i'm a fatcat losin' to

I have a task at hand thinkin' of you is fine so kindly make your plans use my back and arms make me straight and tall. you always think of me through

hangin' timbers creak the pain welcomin' the feastin' bats and the company safely waits in hannah's tradin' post. the sweet breath of an outside chance

singin' lovely love lil' dark-eyed darlin' lovely be for the mission baby now no one knows the sound of submission when the family whispers down to the mission

chorus i aint got what i want it's never enough but i got what i need you dont have to call i aint got what i want you have it all. now aint ya glad