| The seagull glides in the updraft of the moving ship
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| While your back on land, biting through your lip
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| Tryna' eat, half asleep on the 2−10 shift
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| While juice heads rift over bootleg sniff
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| Drifting in and out while fire lights the canteen
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| Other than that though life is like a drab dream
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| Southgate Estate circa 88
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| Fuck that, knock a Pro Plus back an stay awake
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| There’s crates to make, three sixty an hour for ale
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| Don’t be late though piss in the shower and bail
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| There’s no time to copulate
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| You can munch your brecky on your break plus you need to watch ye weight
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| Anyway mate, so it’s laughin' init?
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| Last nights telly took your fun meter passed the limit
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| So keep your stupid head down like your scared of the sky
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| Fuck a hobby you’ll probably work till you die
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| There’s something in the air but no one seems to care
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| Cause someone famous died and Beckham bleached his hair
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| He said he’s out of here but can’t afford the fare
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| Swears he done something once but it’s all a blur
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| It’s all a blur, a blur, there, there…
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| Only one bite left and breaks you a crumb
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| Bops off and walks away from the sun
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| With a backdrop of pebble dashed lego houses
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| Invisible in his Hi Vis yellow trousers
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| Moving through the streets
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| Takeaway food and Scooby Doo repeats
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| Shoulders slouched with a skewed view
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| (Like) everybody wants to be a lonely grouch who doesn’t even own the couch
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| their glued too
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| Keep your windows closed like that’s gonna stop the plumes
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| Of leaking lethal toxic fumes
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| Send your letters of thanks to the chemical plants
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| Smoke your cigarettes and watch celebrities dance
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| Could of done something, but ya left it to chance
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| But on the bright side the Reds leathered the Mancs
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| 2−0 via Redknapp and Macca’s feet
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| Take your blue pill then it’s back to sleep
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| And don’t wake up till it’s safe to breathe
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| Then take your Sayers cakes and leave
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| There’s something in the air but no one seems to care
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| Cause someone famous died and Beckham bleached his hair
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| He said he’s out of here but can’t afford the fare
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| Swears he done something once but it’s all a blur
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| It’s all a blur, a blur, there, there… |