Cause for Concern

Shall we do one, one for the intro and just the build?
Mhm
Oh right okay
One, two

So what's it to ya?
Down another 8 ball
I haven't even got a cue
You look dreadful
When you jump to what you'll resort to
Singing, "Chance, we ain't gonna hurt you"
But when there's fuck-all-else to do

You could eat the foam from the headrest
You could knock the wind out of my breath
You could kick the teeth into my head
Still, there's no cause for concern

So what's it to ya?
Down another 8 ball
I haven't even got a cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to what you'll resort to
Singing, "Chance, we ain't gonna hurt you"
But when there's fuck-all-else to do

You could eat the foam from the headrest
You could knock the wind out of my breath
You could kick the teeth into my head
Still, there's no cause for concern

We ain't gonna hurt you (hurt you)
We ain't gonna hurt you (we ain't gonna hurt you)
We ain't gonna hurt you
'Cause when there's fuck-all-else to do

We could eat the foam from the headrest
(I said there's no cause for)
You could kiss the teeth into my head (and so)
(I said there's no cause for)
You could knock the wind out of my breath (and so)
Still, there's no cause for concern (there's no cause for concern)

There's no cause for concern