Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pacemaker, artist - Jamie T. Date of issue: 28.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pacemaker |
| Juveniles, hide your porno mags |
| The girl’s got problems at her yard so she’s packing up her bags full of rags |
| Her man got down from Po Na Na |
| While the Madre still in the kitchen smokes a 20-deck fags |
| Body bags come back on planes from wartorn Iraq |
| It’s the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath |
| Baby T, the juice and the dog just barks |
| Remember man the bully always had the last laugh |
| It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar |
| White socks, black shoes with the ballads in the car |
| With a lump in the throat she won’t understand |
| Twos on a cigarette it’s all blah blah |
| Bloody obli obla dah glug down liquor |
| Life goes on for all the daytrippers |
| Starts off small but it’s gonna get bigger |
| By the end of this letter it may all be better |
| Well she’s always asking with the who, where and how |
| The girls say ooh la la Well if I had another chance I’d do it differently now |
| And the girls say ooh la la la la la la la From Trafalger Square where the crackpipe reeking |
| To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling’s leaking |
| You fell in love when you first started chatting |
| But got so bored cause she never stopped speaking |
| Consider this son on the bad behaviour |
| He’s keeping all the freebies, delivering the papers |
| You hate us, shake down fakers |
| Oh, you’ll never get nowhere |
| Cause I’m the pacemaker |
| (Keepup, runny runny run run) |
| Pretty please me, oh, she’s easy on the eye |
| Some say that today only the good young die |
| Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it’s been right good day |
| I wanna ask questions but I don’t mean to pry |
| this bar? |
| You started your race, Jonny Cockeral wants his money |
| Give up the man he’s a fruit and nut bar |
| (I'm serious, he’s a real nutter) |
| Oh, I gotta see the GP, coughing up lungs |
| Doc says stop or you’re going die young |
| I haven’t even started to do what I done |
| You young don’t listen, you just carry on Well, we heard it before when your song got sung |
| Get a grip son |
| Why? |
| Cause you’re always drunken |
| We’re not captains just skivvy sunken |
| Humdrum drum, drum, live fast die young |
| Mr Skin stumbling, the road rocky |
| Trespassers on the private property |
| Remember back then it was the ranter banter |
| Young sons watched their young Pas get cancer |
| Vagabond Sandy crying out for he missed her |
| Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery |
| So sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you |
| We all went out and we got pissed-ola |
| I don’t wanna fight he’s a right big cunt |
| But the fellas say go on my son, my son |
| It’s all a bit of fun 'til someone gets done |
| But the fellas say go on my son, my son |
| Well, I’m more likely to pick up and run |
| But the fellas say go on my son, my son |
| Ah fuck it, well, he’s a right big cunt |
| But I’ll knock him one, fuck that |
| Run, run |