| You’re all reading it
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| Balls deep believing it
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| All catching feelings, but you call me the idiot
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| I don’t receive a bit of peace of any breeze you spit
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| But somehow you all seem to dream without a decent kip
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| I guess my words mean more than I thought
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| But I’m ignorant as fuck with the torture I sport
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| Cause you to applaud and snorkel through the portion of pork
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| To get your grubby little paws on my porcelain sword
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| With all mechanisms, force fed whatever’s given
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| Television, internet and episodes of Better Livin'
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| You better give in to the telephones and clever trickin'
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| Tescos are well ahead of anything, you’re ever biggin'
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| It’s less forgiving, man it’s business at best
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| So we’re best to get a rhythm singing lyrics of death
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| I quiver with stress
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| Thinking how my kids will accept this shitty mess that we live in as we give it
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| to them
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| It’s all poetry, everything I speak seems to focus me
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| A total belief explodes from a potion of hope and peace
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| I cross my fingers, hope to die when I float inside and skydive a solar systems
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| sky with my open eyes
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| Keep following, I’m 'phewing' like its funny
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| But don’t spit the dummy
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| And go ring your mummy
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| One man, one tongue, one rusty headless shit
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| And somehow you cunt flaps have all come to wrestle it
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| I go 'blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,' in your ears prick
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| Weird kid, simbots and click while the tears drip
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| It isn’t fun getting tackled by a stripper’s mum who’s risen up a kid to suck a
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| dick like he’s a bit of fun
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| Mrs dump, why you trying to justify it?
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| The only simple answer is your job, you havn’t done it right
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| Better luck another time, see you in another life
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| My fan base is massive, you’re embarrasing your grobby mind
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| Fuck my life, you care more than I do
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| You come to get respect and if we met I wouldn’t like you
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| More like I spite you, get pissed and bite you
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| Incite every member of your crew with a knife too
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| This song is for all the sensitive people
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| All you tramps, baron, sensitive weird fuckers
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| With no skin
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| Just muscle tissue
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| Sensitive bones
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| Weak brains
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| No personality… characterless
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| Peen receivers
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| Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it
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| Some people seem to think that that’s a bit off key
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| Brother if you ain’t having no fun go home
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| Son your so glum
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| Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it
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| Some people seem to think that that’s a bit off key
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| Brother if you ain’t having no fun go home
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| But son, I love this bit
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| Give a fuck, you can suck a dick |