Lyrics Rocket Fuel - Lee Scott

Rocket Fuel

Corner shop survivalist
Finger in your pie and chips
Feeling flaky like psoriasis
Life’s a bitch
I’ve known the score since
96 though
So, even if I didn’t get the winner
It was my assist
Or I at least started the move
When I’m in a groove I’m hard to remove
Like I signed the lease
I need a TED talk so I can school these cats
And tell your crew, 'Relax' with a mouth full of Scooby snacks
If you didn’t know
The days get longer and the nights gets later, but
Time gets quicker, though
Flying by like a pig in tow of a troublesome kid
With a bit of dro and a couple of quid
In the pocket of his trackie
For a bottle and a pasty
Might politely ask me if I’ve got a bit of baccy
I probably do, but I shake my head no
I’m up, but I wish I would’ve stayed in bed though
Cause I’m wrecked like Ricky’s car
A couple of white stripes and I’m going to Wichita
All I know is that it’s far away from here
Soon-to-be homesick E.T.
with a taste for beer
Let me make it clear
Don’t stand too close, I’m morose
Interrupt the host’s toast
And knock them off their stool when I drop a jewel
Crazy straw
Siphoning your rocket fuel
Hey
It wasn’t such a great day today
But it’s all good anyway
Because there’s always yesterday
Hey
It wasn’t such a great day today
But it’s all good anyway
Because there’s always yesterday
Ever been sitting on the Jubilee line
Wishing you could freeze time
(Thinking) Even God’s plan couldn’t supersede mine?
Of course you have
Say no more
Export the WAV
Before you ruin it
Distribute the shit
And now you’re James Brown super slick
I’m just grateful I’ve got a roof to hit
Uncouth, was a good youth way back
Now he doesn’t like this, and hates that
Pack it up, pack it in
He was meant to begin, but
Left with his tin empty as sin
Took the last biscuit and he didn’t even dip it
Bit it, asks you for a hand than spat it in it
Pass the limit, a gallon ago, bored
It’s cool
I’m sweg with a capital 'Oh Lord'
Crack me back and bop into battle with no sword
Swinging
Wringing your neck with a phone cord
Singing a merry song
I don’t know the words to
Upside down crossface bench pressing a church pew
Like something’s got to give
And it’s usually me health
I’m in a league of me own
Losing to myself
Hey
It wasn’t such a great day today
But it’s all good anyway
Because there’s always yesterday
Hey
It wasn’t such a great day today
But it’s all good anyway
Because there’s always yesterday