Your White Shirt

Stand me up

Shave my head

Put me on my feet

Push me out

Of the door

I'll race you to the top of the street

Set me up

Knock me off

Give a little grief

Shut my eyes

Push me in

Try your best to keep me underneath

You take the petrol we've got no time to talk

Lets burn this house down and go out for a walk

I can't see your face for the glare

I know that you're somewhere in there

I can't see your face for the glare

I know that you're somewhere in there

When you're wearing your white shirt

You don't need to make a sound

Cos I can see

What's in your pockets

I can see what you been carrying around

You take the petrol we've got no time to talk

Lets burn this house down and go out for a walk

I can't see your face for the glare

I know that you're somewhere in there