No Tetris - Los Campesinos!

Maybe it was the bitter cold
Or the lingering of the fumes from the paint
Or the fact that the music was just a worse version of the last year's
You said the future's bright
I said the future's dour
You know there's always French kisses if the bullet misses
But there's always witness protection to look forward to
I've got infinite lives
(You've got way too much free time)
I've got infinite lives
But you don't have a tetris
(Cut up your eye through your scalp
Perfect weather for a hanging
It's the perfect weather for a hanging)
I've got infinite lives
(You've got way too much free time)
Well I've got infinite lives
But you don't have a tetris
(Cut up your eye through your scalp
Perfect weather for a hanging
It's the perfect weather for a hanging)
Told you the same story twice that night
And I don't think you were listening either time
Cause the first, you were reading your book
And the second, you had gone home
And I beat my high-score twice that night
One thousand, two hundred and sixty-three lines
And the first time you were reading your book
And the second, you had gone home
Matched shoes at dinner again tonight
D'ya want it?
D'ya want it, want it?