Gold Soundz (Triple J Like A Version)

Go back to those gold soundz
And keep my advent to your self
Because it's nothing I don't like
Is it a crisis or a boring change?

When it's central, so essential
It has a nice ring when you laugh
At the low life opinions
And they're coming to the chorus now

I keep my address to yourself
'Cause we need secrets
We need secrets—crets—crets—crets—crets—crets
Back right now

Because I never wanna make you feel
That you're social, never ignorant soul
Believe in what you wanna do
And do you think that is a major flaw?
When they rise up in the falling rain
And if you stay around
With your knuckles ground down
The trial's over, weapon's found

Keep my address to myself because it's secret
'Cause it's secret—cret—cret—cret—cret—cret
Cre—cret—cret—cret—cret—cret—cret—cret
Back right now

So drunk in the August sun
And you're the kind of girl I like
Because you're empty, and I'm empty
And you can never quarantine the past

Did you remember in December
That I won't eat you when I'm gone?
And if I go there, I won't stay there
Because I'm sitting here too long
I've been sitting here too long

And I've been wasted
Advocating that
Word for the last word
Last words come up
All you've got to waste"