Not up to you

Salt grips the road awaits his life again
street orange glow against
one more sip a shoe a miss
ashaving nick. One extra kiss,
whose to know whatever!

Not up to me, Not up to you x2

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
whose to know whatever!

Not up to me, not up to you x2

The streets so long where she lost her pocket purse
Keep 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. x2
Oh 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
Not up to you
Not up to you
Not up to you
Not up to you.