| Song | The 03 |
| Artist | Lawrence Arabia |
| Album | The Sparrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : James Milne | |
| 作曲 : James Milne | |
| I'm going back to the 03 | |
| To drift among the shrubbery | |
| With my tail between my legs | |
| And the echoes of what you said | |
| "You'll never make it out there | |
| You're useless without me" | |
| Well, here I am now, so don't be shy | |
| Come point and laugh at the failure, I | |
| Cos I'm moping round the bus exchange | |
| Counting out two-eighty change | |
| To get a bus to my mum's house | |
| I'm going back to the 03 | |
| To see the places where I used to be | |
| Getting punched on High Street mall | |
| Getting drunk at the college ball | |
| "You'll never make it out there | |
| You're useless without me | |
| You'll never make it out there | |
| You're useless without me." | |
| Oh, if I stay longer | |
| I'll feel my mind surrender | |
| And I'll write a dozen letters | |
| To the Editor | |
| To the Editor |
| zuo ci : James Milne | |
| zuo qu : James Milne | |
| I' m going back to the 03 | |
| To drift among the shrubbery | |
| With my tail between my legs | |
| And the echoes of what you said | |
| " You' ll never make it out there | |
| You' re useless without me" | |
| Well, here I am now, so don' t be shy | |
| Come point and laugh at the failure, I | |
| Cos I' m moping round the bus exchange | |
| Counting out two-eighty change | |
| To get a bus to my mum' s house | |
| I' m going back to the 03 | |
| To see the places where I used to be | |
| Getting punched on High Street mall | |
| Getting drunk at the college ball | |
| " You' ll never make it out there | |
| You' re useless without me | |
| You' ll never make it out there | |
| You' re useless without me. " | |
| Oh, if I stay longer | |
| I' ll feel my mind surrender | |
| And I' ll write a dozen letters | |
| To the Editor | |
| To the Editor |
| zuò cí : James Milne | |
| zuò qǔ : James Milne | |
| I' m going back to the 03 | |
| To drift among the shrubbery | |
| With my tail between my legs | |
| And the echoes of what you said | |
| " You' ll never make it out there | |
| You' re useless without me" | |
| Well, here I am now, so don' t be shy | |
| Come point and laugh at the failure, I | |
| Cos I' m moping round the bus exchange | |
| Counting out two-eighty change | |
| To get a bus to my mum' s house | |
| I' m going back to the 03 | |
| To see the places where I used to be | |
| Getting punched on High Street mall | |
| Getting drunk at the college ball | |
| " You' ll never make it out there | |
| You' re useless without me | |
| You' ll never make it out there | |
| You' re useless without me. " | |
| Oh, if I stay longer | |
| I' ll feel my mind surrender | |
| And I' ll write a dozen letters | |
| To the Editor | |
| To the Editor |