Heart Attack - The Courteeners

Hello, hello, I need you to know

I don’t love you enough for mindless sorrow

I’m really grateful for all that we had

But all good things must come to an end, and now I’m sad

Another year on, another year off

We flicked a switch and licked our lips, it’s never enough

Expensive tastes and filthy rumours at last

Spend your weekend in the sink erasing your past

Here we go, new tempo

Make another song for the radio

Don’t sit back or fall behind

'Cause the gatekeepers are less than kind

Check your numbers, they don’t lie

Draw back and shoot the sky

Tiny apple on someone’s head

Don’t slip or someone’s dead

This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack

This is a heart attack

This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack

This is a heart attack

Hello, hello, I need you to know

I have no time to read your manifesto

You suck me in like waves on the sea

But all the voices in my head say «Climb that palm tree!»

Well-educated, but manners you lack

Many close associates, not one’s got your back

Terrific fingers, I wish they were mine

You’re breaking hearts on the assembly line

Here we go, new tempo

Make another song for the radio

Don’t sit back or fall behind

'Cause the gatekeepers are less than kind

Check your numbers, they don’t lie

Draw back and shoot the sky

Tiny apple on someone’s head

Don’t slip or someone’s dead

This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack

This is a heart attack

This is a heart attack, this is a heart attack

This is a heart attack