| I drink and watch the zoo in motion
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| Beautiful people devoid of emotion
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| Sterilised, pedicured, pedigrees and mankind
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| Thick as fuck and soulless
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| I no longer fear genocide
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| It’s gonna end, from what I reckon
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| As I puke my guts up all over the decking
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| Cos the square reeks of plastic action men
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| And Poundshop Kardashians
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| How am I supposed to change it?
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| If I can’t see the wood for the trees?
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| How am I supposed to change it?
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| If I can’t see the wood for the trees?
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| Oh there’s an orange-faced baby at the wheel of the ship
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| Doing donuts in the car-park
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| We watch as it all falls apart
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| We idolise idiots
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| Masturbate to their sex tapes
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| We love them we hate them
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| We want to see them fall from Grace
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| We laugh at them dishevelled
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| On the front page of The Mail
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| Then grab ourselves a pitchfork and go in for the kill
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| Together light vigils
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| Eulogise them on the Internet
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| When they top themselves
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| When they couldn’t take it no more
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| How am I supposed to change it?
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| If I can’t see the wood for the trees?
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| How am I supposed to change it?
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| If I can’t see the wood for the trees?
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| And how are we supposed to change it?
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| When we can’t see the wood for the, trees?
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| When we can’t see the wood for the, trees?
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| If we can’t see the wood for the, trees? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poundshop Kardashians , by - Sam Fender. Song from the album Dead Boys - EP, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня