Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Royal Fuck Up, artist - Cosmo Jarvis. Album song Humasyouhitch/Sonofabitch, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Royal Fuck Up |
Sometimes people can’t see certain |
Things apart from when they’re |
Looking down at you. |
Gonna make you well pissed. |
It is easier for them to |
Make their judgements in advance. |
They’re not for you, |
Not really what you wished for. |
And in the rain, you are the same. |
You both are wet and cold again, |
And you’re both just girls, |
And you can multi-task and stuff. |
And sometimes people find it hard |
To mingle with the different folk, |
They lock their doors, |
Living with opinions is tough. |
You’re just an idea that your parents had one day. |
You’re just an idea that your parents had one day. |
Being here might make you happy, |
Being here might make you sad, |
But it’s still a damn good idea that your parents had. |
Passing on this fictitious |
Divinity to all their kids |
And their kid’s kids. |
And it will never end. |
I’m still working out with sugar babies, the most pretty out of |
All of them and then I work it |
Out again because they are attractive young ladies, |
Admit I copy their CDs, but I like track ten. |
Juggling their heritage with |
Single bedroomed families |
With one toilet, |
Gunna get on your nerves. |
And we don’t live in the capital, |
So all we do is |
Have sex with our relatives. |
We get what we deserve. |
You’re just an idea that your parents had one day. |
You’re just an idea that your parents had one day. |
Being here might make you happy, |
Being here might make you sad, |
But it’s still a damn good idea that your parents had. |
Maybe if we all did as |
Her majesty, we all would |
Die of being bored. |
Our bones would seize up. |
Public places act as waiting rooms |
‘Til we can get to |
Where we really are, |
And then we get beat up. |
Brushing shoulders with a stranger |
Has become less frequent now |
As time goes on |
'Cause I might have scabies (love you dad). |
Who has made these lines across |
The seating plan of life |
Because it wasn’t us. |
We were all just babies. |
Now we’re just annoying roommates sharing one big lump of planet |
Every day and it is getting harder every second just to |
Say what we would like, even if it isn’t right |
And this is all our land. |
People cannot look at you, |
Relate to anything you do. |
They nod their heads, |
Pretend they understand… |
Well the fat man might not be a pig, |
But that female judge has a stupid wig |
And they’ve never met, |
But they think alike. |
Hello the forties, here I come, |
'Cause I would rather be a bum |
Back then than now, |
I think it sounds all right. |
We’re nothing that we need to be, |
So drown that whiskey |
Like it’s tea with vodka in, |
And get yourself to sleep. |
This will make itself much worse |
As generations learn |
The way their parents were. |
Words are what you keep. |
The only girl I ever loved |
Took twenty minutes to download, |
But she was worth the wait, |
She never moves. |
If life’s a fight with baseball bats |
And handbag slappings I know that |
We’d all just fall, |
We’d always lose. |
You’re just an idea that your parents had one day. |
You’re just an idea that your parents had one day. |
Being here might make you happy, |
Being here might make you sad, |
But it’s still a damn good idea that your parents had. |