| They think we’re fools sitting on the corner,
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| Older you get the more like your father,
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| The more I drink the more like my brother,
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| Seem to have picked up on a callus trait,
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| Hate people who think there life is a drama,
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| Making in jokes about Americana,
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| Amusing myself is worth it for the karma,
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| Obama sounds like Osama to me.
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| Well my bedrooms watched by an intifada,
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| Kids with bricks or strips in gaza,
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| Point at me in my pyjamas,
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| Laugh and scream 'get out of bed!',
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| I say 'Have I got plans? |
| I’m meeting up with Martha',
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| I’m a shoulder she’s Robert Palma,
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| Acts like a twat but she’s a top banana,
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| Might as well admit she’s addicted to love.
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| It’s not the first time playing dead,
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| I see I saw lovers undercover,
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| No one found out until we left,
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| Lt’s not the first time playing dead,
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| They know somin' oh well we’re runnin',
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| I know they’ll catch up in the end.
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| You walked in last with a dirty barbour,
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| Found me at the bar in fits of laughter,
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| Said you’ve been seen out digging the past,
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| With Arthur you’d rather just walk in the rain,
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| At a party with Ash as they smash a pinata,
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| Can I leave some stuff here for you to look after,
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| I’ll be back around probably in the mid summer,
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| New York, New York man I love the city!
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| It’s not the first time playing dead,
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| I see I saw lovers undercover,
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| No one found out until we left,
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| It’s not the first time playing dead,
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| They know somin' oh well we’re runnin',
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| I know they’ll catch up in the end.
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| In the hustle and the bustle I feel I’m in trouble,
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| And I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall,
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| In the hustle and the bustle it’s too rough,
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| I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call?
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| Well with a wheezing chest and a leaking ceiling,
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| Baby next door screaming all evening,
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| The beatings we got and the ones we’re seeking,
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| We’re stubborn as fuck and I’m proud to say,
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| That me and Ben Skeleton mixed our own medicine,
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| Never let a critic affect our direction,
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| Barricade doors with out pale complexion,
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| Program a beat bones I’ll just keep telling them,
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| How selling them a brand is a band complication,
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| A man in a room with a survey for the station,
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| Trying to get it on air no care for creation,
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| I guess it’s all part of indoctrination!
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| In the hustle and the bustle I feel I’m in trouble,
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| And I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall,
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| In the hustle and the bustle it’s too rough,
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| I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call?
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| Its' not the first time playing dead,
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| I see I saw lovers undercover,
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| No one found out until we left,
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| Caught in a spider’s web,
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| It’s not the first time playing dead,
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| They know somin' oh well we’re runnin',
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| I know they’ll catch up in the end.
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| In the hustle and the bustle I feel I’m in trouble,
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| And I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall,
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| In the hustle and the bustle it’s too rough,
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| I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call? |