Alan Winstanley - Our Frank lyrics

Our frank and open Deep conversations They get me nowhere They bring me down, so Give it a rest, won't you? Give me a cigarette God give me patience Just no more conversation Give us a drink And make it quick Or else I'm gonna be sick Sick all over Your frankly vulgar Red pullover Now see how the colours blend Our frank and open Deep conversations They get me nowhere They bring me down, so Give it a rest, won't you? Now will you just give over The world may be ending But look, I'm only human Give us a drink And make it quick Or else I'm gonna be sick All over Your frankly vulgar Red pullover Now see how the two colours blend Won't somebody stop me From thinking all the time About everything So deeply So bleakly