Not Up To You Lyrics

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, whose to know whatever! 
Not up to me, Not up to you
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
The street's 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 parades who's to know whatever! Whatever! 
Not up to me, not up to you. Not up to anything we do.