Lyrics Fickle - Cabbage

Fickle

I’m the ficklest fucker in town
No fucker is more fickle around
When I’m low, I’m beneath the ground
Failing that, fuck all keeps the cabbage down
I’m a fervent finger-tapper to sound
If life was a barrel I’d drown
Take perspective of what’s around
And be a sucker for all eyes brown
I’m a human losing nonchalant snoozing, unable to finish owt bore
I’m a filthy lying death defying alcy in a church and more
No cabbage isn’t cooked in a couplet
Nor nurtured in a hamlet
Love and sex at the click of my fingers?
Clearly I did not understand it, plant
Adhere, withstand it
Coz the wind may change as you planned it
Believe the cabbage catastrophe
It bangs and it prangs through austerity
You wanna fight your own disease
Coz your mothers spread is on it’s knees
No worries chum you can feed my gums coz the rat race fumes are ours to breathe
Send us back to their motherland of le Chou
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Well, I’m the ficklest fucker in town