The Wombats Shock Goodbyes And P45 S Lyrics

It's the sociopaths that scare me
Not the fall of my local bank
At least they're only burning money
And they won't be laughing as they're chopping off my hands

One day I'll learn to box clever
And beat the past back in its place
I'll never get rid of this false endeavour
But I'll wipe the grin off its dirty little face
Oh, I'll wipe the grin off its dirty little face

Why wait till the summertime
Just to say goodbye
You're so infuriating
Why wait till the summertime
To hand me a P45
Was I that infuriating?
Was I that infuriating?

God knows that I don't hate you
But one day I must learn how to
And the next I'll learn exactly how to put up a fight

It's not the Illuminati that scares me
It's the people further down in the ranks
The creatures like you that are so controlling
As to lead a God-fearing boy out the devil's pack
Why would you lead a God-fearing boy out the devil's pack?

Why wait till the summertime
Just to say goodbye
You're so infuriating
Why wait till the summertime
To deflate my legal high
Was I that infuriating?
Was I that infuriating?

One day I'll learn how to box clever
And beat the wrong doers away
I wear no mask or tight polyester
But you can rest assure that I'm on a little-caped crusade
You can rest assure that I'm on a little-caped crusade

Why wait till the summertime
Just to say goodbye
You're so infuriating
Why wait till the summertime
To hand me a P45
Was I that infuriating?
Was I that infuriating?

God knows that I don't hate you
But one day I must learn how to
And the next I'll learn exactly how to put up a fight