Plimsoll Punks -

When I chip through your candy coating

You’re stuffed with insulation

Just strawberry ice cream floating

With a sprinkle indignation

Cherry under knot of shoestring

Conflate and agitate

You’re a plimsoll punk

You’re a plimsoll punk

And you’re getting me down, getting me down, you’re getting me down

Getting me down, down, down, you’re getting me down

Getting me down, getting me down, getting me down

Plimsoll punk

Your posture’s blocking out any possible light

I can hardly see

This conversation spirals into a fight

I can barely breathe

Who ran from roman candles

Underneath a willow weeping

Do the tealights on your mantel

Illuminate that summer feeling

You’re the seashell in my sandal

That’s slicing up my heel

You’re a plimsoll punk

You’re a plimsoll punk

And you’re getting me down, getting me down, you’re getting me down

Getting me down, down, down, you’re getting me down

Wrecking my brain, trying to escape, getting me down

Plimsoll punk

Plimsoll punk

Your posture’s blocking out any possible light

I can no longer see

This conversation spirals into a fight

I can barely breathe

Getting me down, getting me down, you’re getting me down

Getting me down, down, down, you’re getting me down

Getting me down, getting me down, you’re getting me down

Plimsoll punk

Plimsoll punk

Plimsoll punks