Salt grips the road, awaits his lift again

Street orange glow, shades the odds against

One more sip, a shoe a miss

A shaving nick, one extra kiss

Who's to know? Whatever? Not up to me, not up to you

Not up to me, not up to you The swings don't swing, the parks been dead for years

How do you know your last swing weren't the last for God

Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach

Creased magazine, sugar chocolate treat

Who's to know? Whatever? Not up to me, not up to you

Not up to me, not up to you The streets so long where she lost her pocket purse

Kept the last picture of the man she committed first

Cracked windscreen rain, French murder play

Junk take away, tired street parade

Who's to know? Whatever, Whatever Not up to me, not up to you

Not up to me, not up to you

Whatever

Not up to me, not up to you

Not up to anything we do

Not up to me, not up to you

Ahh you, ahh you, ahh you

Its not up to me

Its not up to you Its not up to you

Its not up to you

Its not up to you