Disaster
Performed by Retro Video Club
Produced by Mark Taylor
Mastered by Barry Grint
Lyrics
Lipstick dynamite, working up my appetite
Sonar satellite, to never lose my line of sight,
And it’s one two, make a move, lay it on thick hope you approve,
And it’s three, four, settle scores, an all-out civil war
Disaster
Honest sentiments, to shower you in compliments,
Said you’re heaven sent, but don’t know who you’re fuckin with,
And it’s one two, make a move, lay it on quick hope you approve,
And it’s three, four, shoot to score, an all-out civil war
Disaster, the morning after
Texts say there’s nothing in common, she says ‘babe, I think I’m falling’,
Names exchanged and rules unspoken, leave your feelings we’re all animals
