cockroach dave edwards

It was all quiet on the western front Three months had passed i hadn't seen a single cockroach There i was laying on my back 50 dollar sofa bed Chilling with a big spliff Listening to the rain falling on the trees and the window Pains The sounds of cars moving through the wet roads were heavenly But every now and then There'd be some sound of police sirens And some junky saying mate you're a cunt a cunt The voice slows down diminishing into the distance I feel the walls vibrate I feel the walls vibrate I feel the walls vibrate There i was laying on my back 50 dollar sofa bed Chilling with a big spliff Listening to the rain falling on the trees and the window Pains The sounds of cars moving through the wet roads were heavenly But every now and then There'd be some sound of police sirens And some junky saying mate you're a cunt a cunt The voice slows down diminishing into the distance You be my love How I miss you You be my love How I miss you You be my love How I miss you You be my love How I miss you You be my love How I miss you You be my love How I miss you