And after years of this shit, I think the resolve might be starting to slip
So let's quit, up and move to the sticks and find a regular fix
Some leather-clad creep in a farmhouse, with more cash than he knows how to spend
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Weekends waving at families in hatchbacks, as our eyes roll to the back of our heads
Walking the 3 miles down to the mill, man, just to get there and push you in
And I hold your head under the water, a minute longer than I probably should
You come up spluttering trying to scream, so I grab your head and do it again
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Attracting animals close enough to kick, and kicking them as hard as we can
Terrorising the local community, actually giving them something to think about
And I think about the things we've done, man, in the grotesque quiet of night
Then kill it with the last of the stockpile, the rest we can leech off the land
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
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The Other Half - Pastoral Existence Lyrics
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And after years of this shit, I think the resolve might be starting to slip
So let's quit, up and move to the sticks and find a regular fix
Some leather-clad creep in a farmhouse, with more cash than he knows how to spend
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Weekends waving at families in hatchbacks, as our eyes roll to the back of our heads
Walking the 3 miles down to the mill, man, just to get there and push you in
And I hold your head under the water, a minute longer than I probably should
You come up spluttering trying to scream, so I grab your head and do it again
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Attracting animals close enough to kick, and kicking them as hard as we can
Terrorising the local community, actually giving them something to think about
And I think about the things we've done, man, in the grotesque quiet of night
Then kill it with the last of the stockpile, the rest we can leech off the land
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
So let's quit, up and move to the sticks and find a regular fix
Some leather-clad creep in a farmhouse, with more cash than he knows how to spend
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Weekends waving at families in hatchbacks, as our eyes roll to the back of our heads
Walking the 3 miles down to the mill, man, just to get there and push you in
And I hold your head under the water, a minute longer than I probably should
You come up spluttering trying to scream, so I grab your head and do it again
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Attracting animals close enough to kick, and kicking them as hard as we can
Terrorising the local community, actually giving them something to think about
And I think about the things we've done, man, in the grotesque quiet of night
Then kill it with the last of the stockpile, the rest we can leech off the land
A pastoral existence, sounds like a bliss to me
Writer: Alfie Adams, Cal Hudson, Sophie Porter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Performed By: The Other Half
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Alfie Adams, Cal Hudson, Sophie Porter