When you play pass the parcel with human body parts, somebody might get head but someone will get hurt,
And I'll sing what you like, if you shout it straight back at me
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
And it's great that you care so much about things, but you left talcum powder all over the bathroom, and yeh it is great you can blow her smoke rings but you wont taste her lips if you do get to kiss her.
And it's your party, but I'll die if I want to, I'll die if I want to
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
The music was okay, but the fresh air was better, and I couldn't tell if the singer's keyboard was a crutch or a synthesiser, but it sounded like he'd broken a limb, each and every time he pushed a key down or in.
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
(there's red stains all over the place but they are not blood they're cherryade, we throw parties you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice, oh no it's my mistake, you cut your tongue while taking a sip, it's over tell his mother, the party is over)
Wethrowparties You Throw Knives Video (MV)
Performed By: Los Campesinos!
Language: English
Written by: ALEKSANDRA BERDITCHEVSKAIA, OLIVER BRIGGS, TOM BROMLEY, HARRIET COLEMAN, GARETH PAISEY, NEIL ASHLEY TURNER, ELLEN WADDELL
Los Campesinos! - Wethrowparties You Throw Knives Lyrics
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When you play pass the parcel with human body parts, somebody might get head but someone will get hurt,
And I'll sing what you like, if you shout it straight back at me
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
And it's great that you care so much about things, but you left talcum powder all over the bathroom, and yeh it is great you can blow her smoke rings but you wont taste her lips if you do get to kiss her.
And it's your party, but I'll die if I want to, I'll die if I want to
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
The music was okay, but the fresh air was better, and I couldn't tell if the singer's keyboard was a crutch or a synthesiser, but it sounded like he'd broken a limb, each and every time he pushed a key down or in.
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
(there's red stains all over the place but they are not blood they're cherryade, we throw parties you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice, oh no it's my mistake, you cut your tongue while taking a sip, it's over tell his mother, the party is over)
And I'll sing what you like, if you shout it straight back at me
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
And it's great that you care so much about things, but you left talcum powder all over the bathroom, and yeh it is great you can blow her smoke rings but you wont taste her lips if you do get to kiss her.
And it's your party, but I'll die if I want to, I'll die if I want to
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
The music was okay, but the fresh air was better, and I couldn't tell if the singer's keyboard was a crutch or a synthesiser, but it sounded like he'd broken a limb, each and every time he pushed a key down or in.
Theres red stains all over the place, but they're not blood they're cherryade
We throw parties, you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice
(there's red stains all over the place but they are not blood they're cherryade, we throw parties you throw knives, it's all the same if the fizzy drinks are nice, oh no it's my mistake, you cut your tongue while taking a sip, it's over tell his mother, the party is over)
Writer: ALEKSANDRA BERDITCHEVSKAIA, OLIVER BRIGGS, TOM BROMLEY, HARRIET COLEMAN, GARETH PAISEY, NEIL ASHLEY TURNER, ELLEN WADDELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group