Lyrics Wonderland - Hak Baker

Wonderland

Don’t recover from these benders like I used to
I just bounce from wall to wall until I fall short
She let me use her 'cause she knew that she could use me too
Even a sociopath can find himself useful
And blow a few airs at my mentor man
It’s essential I get through this day without chip and beer
Tops off my dental
Lads from the east end turn a bloody Monday night mental
Eight pints in the pub
Corr blimey, that was eventful
Thirsty Thursday came with a banger bonanza
Feeling double weary, it’s a query to withstand
Do what we like, that’s the thesis of my mantra
Bloody fit bird to my left but I’m too drunk to stand up
Lost and found here on the weekly
Did I get here first or did one of my mates beat me?
Welcome to the wonderland
Gotta be intoxicated to even get a wristband
And there ain’t no qualms
Come here open palms
What you mean you’re fucked up, geez?
You ain’t gotta be alarmed
Welcome to the wonderland, welcome to the wonderland
Gotta be intoxicated to fly in and land
Don’t recover from these benders like I used to
This can’t be a hangover, mate, it’s too brutal
At least I got a lovely bird to my left
Would be to her detriment
Doing Sunday her low
She’s crucial
Chip my tooth again, this time on a bottle lid
Lads don’t take the time, no way
Always gotta throttle it
Where did that pill go?
Just seen my mate gobble it
No wonder he’s on the dance floor, quarters wobbling
Donner meat and chips is a rich meal for a working lad
Coming out the
Now he’s cooking up a house party
Hey
Another beer of misbehaviour in my favour
Iron up her number, for a bunk up, price lumber
And I think I like her a bit too
Even better when there’s two on the way
To the old wonderland zoo
Lost and found here on the weekly
Did I get here first or did that bird there beat me?
Welcome to the wonderland
Gotta be intoxicated to even get a wristband
No, there ain’t no charge
Come here open palmed
What you mean you’re fucked up, love?
Ain’t gotta be alarmed
Welcome to the wonderland, welcome to the wonderland
Gotta be intoxicated to fly it and land
Boys and the birds
Birds and the bees
Scenes of hypnosis, they happen in steez
You know that little process
You can’t seem to recall
Looking at her thinking, could it have even happened at all?
Killed the boys
Common and coy
Live too much life to ever be employed
Snogged her, she caught it on a bloody polaroid
Been drinking too frequently
To ever be employed, yeah yeah