Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F**k Ups, artist - The Holloways. Album song So This Is Great Britain?, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 09.07.2007
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
F**k Ups |
| Look, here comes another man |
| With another sorry story to tell |
| And you can bet he’ll tell me all about |
| The time he fell from Heaven to Hell |
| Well, I don’t wanna listen but he tells me all the same |
| from his life’s little games |
| Leave me alone, you’re not a dog, I’m not a bone |
| But you’re gonna bury me with your total misery |
| And when I’m out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill |
| I know for a while I shouldn’t, I don’t know if I will or I won’t |
| If I do or I don’t 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure |
| I am getting desperate as I am getting poor |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| I think they’re killing me with their grim reality |
| Look, here comes another drunk |
| With a face longer than Bin Laden’s |
| And he has drunk so much alcohol |
| He can no longer get a hard-on |
| Not that he’ll ever get a chance to use it |
| Women are intelligent, he is stupid |
| Lost and lonely he will remain |
| No amount of alcohol will wash his misery away |
| And when I’m out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill |
| I know for a while I shouldn’t, I don’t know if I will or I won’t |
| Will I do or I don’t 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| I think they’re killing me with their grim reality |
| Well, a thirty-three year old grandma |
| Comes up to me and says |
| «My family’s gonna take over this council estate |
| If we keep on giving birth at this rate» |
| «I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma |
| By the age of seventy-five |
| And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don’t care if I’m dead or alive |
| I don’t care if I’m dead or alive» |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| I think they’re killing me with their grim reality |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| If your live is going wrong, you’d better sing along |
| All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up |
| You fucked up fuck ups |