The Hardest way to make an easy living

“Pranging Out”

I get back from tour and suddenly it doesn’t seem like much fun to be off my face at quarter to 11am

[Chorus:]
You’re prangin out,
I see through you (I feel awful)
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny (The irons been on in my house has been in for 4 fucking weeks)
I see through you,
I’m about to do something stupid

I daren’t say what my manager got lairy and smacked me, these headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary with my brandy, the rock and roll clich© walks in and then
smacked me.
Carelessly wreckin’ out prang just to handle the fear, I do a line but then panic cos I feel a bit
prangy.
So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease off the pain, then when it starts wearing off I just feel a bit sad.
Snort more tour support and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my head is madly banging.
The only reason I started this was to still be here laughing, the only reason I started this was to
still be here laughing.

[Chorus:]
You’re pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny
I see through you,
I’m about to do something stupid.

The girl in my bed was kinda distant right now, I know she’s thinking she’s a bit frightened somehow,
I don’t think she realised what I’d invited her back to my house.
I don’t want anyone to see me like this right now,
All sorts of thoughts rolling back in my eyes,
I’ve been a poor sport thoughts dance in my mind,
A banging headache, dancing prang by their side,
Dancing with the pictures from the past of my life,
I don’t remember any of what I just thought at all,
The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all,
Panicking a bit, getting frightened of fuck all,
So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle,
I don’t want anyone I know to see me like this,
My fibs in single became lies in lists,
She’s gonna sell/tell no doubt,
Fuck it I’m not gonna stop drinking though, I cant for now.

[Chorus:]
You’re pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny.
I see you through you,
I’m about to do something stupid.

My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep,
Before the prang this pain was to dawn on me,
Around the time I was sketching trying to con some sleep,
And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here,
I must have flaked while I inputted, waging loads more.
Cos I staked on bookings, way to tow the score.
Why do I break my rules not to wager anymore?
I’d flaked on the bookings and majorly totalled on the score,
I’ve got a simple problem, but my minds spinning out,
I remembered the website between the wine and the stout,
My rush of fear made me forget how fucked I had been,
This time I’m drying my eyes and a fucking nose bleed,
Turning my phone off when my promo guy phones me,
The day before getting nasty with my manager when he only bit me,
I threw his wallet out of the window as it was growing heated,
He said ‘Sort your life out’ as he punched me over to my feet.

[Chorus x2]
You’re pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny
I see you through you,
I’m about to do something stupid.

Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide,
Cos with rational thought it would seem that I need to be not doing the stuff that makes death seem like
an easier option,
I need a totally trojan plan right now.

 

“War Of The Sexes”

I dream that one day i’ll have a child
And that child will say to me “dad, what was war?”
But it’s not going to happen

It’s a war of the sexes never get it blud
I beg that you learn ’cause she’s clever
How attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it’s multiplied by how little of you she can have

Oi the reason girls flirt is to work out their worth
Whereas men just hanker for the panky to happen
Retain this fact i’m hammering, this fact is gonna matter
What little you think you’re letting by her sly
She senses you’re near her and smells your desire
The general rule of mine, her intellect will be higher
Your task is to make her notice you fast but hanker when you don’t close in after
She knows she can get most dudes but she mustn’t know about you
If you screw this all up and then lose all your cool thats when she ends up liking you as a friend
You’re not playing at hard to get
You’re playing at not getting a hard-on yet

It’s a war of the sexes never get it blud
I beg that you learn ’cause she’s clever
How attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it’s multiplied by how little of you she can have

And you wanna know what, listen..

The answer is to get close enough to her but listen the next thing you just totally blank her
You think i’m fucking mad don’t ya but i don’t shag on my own
Get somewhere close to the lamb but then glance and turn to the man
You need to get near to the lamb but she doesn’t want to feel cramped
Instead of cowering up to the hostile lamb bowl up to the trusting man
It’s much easier talking to him, he doesn’t suspect you want anything

Just tell him something like
Did you know cigarette lighters were invented before matches?
It’s abc making a he break with glee
‘Cos he isn’t suspicious you’re trying to muscle into his misses
Do you know what i’m talking about that’s why i’m talking about

It’s a war of the sexes never get it blud
I beg that you learn ’cause she’s clever
How attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it’s multiplied by how little of you she can have

The woman is a highly socially-practised
Master in body language, dab-handed actress
She’s calculating all the mad facts and the figures
While you’re pretending to listen staring at her tits

It’s a war of the sexes never get it blud
I beg that you learn ’cause she’s clever
How attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it’s multiplied by how little of you she can have

It’s a war of the sexes never get it blud
I beg that you learn ’cause she’s clever
How attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it’s multiplied by how little of you she can have

Elementary, my dear cousin, elementary
I cannot state this enough
She must not clock your flop
You can’t placard your march
Your threws seclude your moves
Or you’re colluding well weapon

It’s a war of the sexes never get it blud
I beg that you learn ’cause she’s clever
How attracted to you she is is partly your gab
But it’s multiplied by how little of you she can have

And remember not to get hammered either
‘Cause people who get hammered don’t get to nail

 

“The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living”

I need something in my life to straighten me out
Let’s rent this shed, we’ll do vocals in the bog
Call toast PR tell ’em we’ve opened up shop
Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk
3 years to make this work, or look a joke and be broke
Blag their lawyers like the con with a dog
And there’ll be no more straight scores to drop and keep dropping
Settle my gross addictions with my net and come
Tell my mum over tea that my whole life’s fucking up
We’ve got two fifty grand in the budget to go
Subtract five for club promo
Lose five for a good video and fifteen for a dud video, fuck that

It’s the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery

Mayhem textes me about the press and TV
See if I’ve taken any Es
So I can get some sleep
Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me
Wince for my family at the skinner scandal of the week
TV pluggers, product managers straight up
Club promo needs to step up, help it work
Stick to our guns, don’t crack to demands
Tell my mum in the car, that the car might have to go back
Two hundred and twenty five grand
Twenty six grand for a showcase
And five more on tour support and support story

It’s the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery

We’ll never get bankrupt if we never have a go
This is no ordinary able, I need to flash up my flow
Go into Morris stead as well as saville row
I want a pin-stripe suit that no man owns
Cash in the Kano beat for the silver shadow
Send it to warrior for the flash and the glow
The safest way to double your money is to fold it in your pocket
Tell my mum during breakfast that I got no sleep
Eight grand paid in September, April, may and December
If this keeps going so well, this is going to be the end of us

It’s the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery

In spread betting it’s easy to draw a small fortune start
With a big fortune and lose into a small fortune
Haven’t got a clue, we blindly charge on
Death threats from a boy of the girl I sarged on
She said she didn’t have a bloke, another lesson marked down
Verbal agreements aren’t worth the paper they’re marked on
Get scans of reviews, we beg to chart up
Tell my mum over tea, the press have started up
We’ve spent a fortune
‘Cause with ghost buying it’s the end for tune
We need to sell some records soon

It’s the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery

It’s the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery

 

“All Goes Out The Window”

Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face
That you aren’t telling tales to her.

If you never tell a lie to her,
You don’t have to remember anything,
It all goes out the window when,
I try to do it myself,

Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face that you aint telling tales to her.
That you never get stressed when she questions events you’ll be best to forget.
Can you actually blag when the lamb glances when you prang and your chatting,
That if you had the chance to go back to her pad for a passionate act you wouldn’t have it?
Oi Why’s that then?

Its cause the reason you been faithful is
Its been so good
You never seen temptation
Deep down you hear the mans burden
We all have a mans burden
You’ll always be a bad person

It’s getting you down
you were letting her down,
You were tempted and failed.
You showed her up,
You need to be owning up you need to show her you love her for once.
It was an extreme circumstance it was she that advanced
She defeated you gradually
So you must then be honest you must then get on this.
Mend the wrong shit.

If you never tell a lie to her,
You don’t have to remember anything,
It all goes out the window when,
I try to do it myself

Oi oi, so why you wanna phone up?
Why you wanna own up?
You were selfish and so dumb.
To ease It off ur chest, to be relieved of the mess that’s being proper selfish,
I been in some broken moments I know what goes on the road but there’s a road you chose however coked
up your brain you know you chose to strain you know it was your game oi

But it makes you see things clearer
It was weird though man
But you didn’t wanna be with her
Seriously back home
If a girl was to even hear
It would spare her weak heart
She have no fear

The chance to see the fit thing naked will spell and memorise you.
You’ll disregard the ways the lady in your life inspires you.
Which is why to day she tires of you, you’ll be crying and howling.
And if you had the chance to go back to her pad for a passionate act you wont allow it.
But if your plans for a chance to go back aint even had.
Then the passionate act won’t happen, ’cause you plan not to have the chance,
Rewind back if that sounded fast.
Oi you can’t think straight, you gotta avoid the situation ignore what she’s doing.
You may be mugged if you trust too much but it will fuck you up more worrying about trust

If you never tell a lie to her,
You don’t have to remember anything,
It all goes out the window when,
I try to do it myself

You may be mugged if you trust too much
But it will more fuck you up
It will more fuck you up worrying about trust

 

“Memento Mori”

Ah, what was the question
Oh yeah, momento mori
It means remember it’s inevitable that we will all die
It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct
But it means don’t hang yourself on a material life
But that gets dropped when I’m bop on shopping day
Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways
Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play
If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie
I’ve got nothing in my life away from the studio
So when I’m loose I end up consuming dough

Memento mori, memento mori
It’s latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but it’s a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia
Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another
Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper
Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober
Change my mind and fly back into vegas
Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels
Frame the ferrari through the day with the mayhem
Just to forget about the race in my head
I don’t really care about the luck and the look
But driving a ferrarri is fucking book

Memento mori, memento mori
It’s latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but it’s a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

I think if I could see me now from my growing past
I’d Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash
I reckon from the threadsI think all I think’s about cash
But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash
It’s like people don’t know the eighties started
My car just keeps carding with the card machine
You don’t regard the old you, driving a ferrarri
Mine’s the driving license through Nevada at speed
I never think about money
In fact I have no idea how much money I have

Memento mori, memento mori
It’s latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but it’s a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

Chilly ‘n carmen air sips as I’m parting her hair
But I’m an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair
But asbo drinkers just don’t dig my art and my flair
Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair
Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores
I know I’ve strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks
But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks
I feel awful for a bit but at least I’m not poor

 

“Can’t Con An Honest John”

Using the following, I’m going to show you:

A) How to con someone using their own greed,
B) That you won’t feel bad ‘cos they’re trying to con you anyway, and
C) TAKING THEIR MONEY!

As I have come to realise, running the beats is just getting people’s confidence.

This scam only works ‘cos that man thinks he’s working this scam
And that you man off his mark
Get your mate, let’s call your mate Piers
No, not Piers, let’s call him Farquhar
Anyway get Farquhar to crawl into a bar with his dog
Like I said, the barman will try and con you later
but you’re gonna take all his money.
Anyway, get Farquhar to pass into a local bar
And call to the bar to look after a dog for a dart
Just for 20 quid for a while, claiming that he hated it
But it was worth more than his car
This, by the way, requires that you find and supply Farquhar
With an animal, and a life, from your local park.
Get a nice dog that doesn’t bark
But not so nice that someone might miss this mutt from the park

Anyway, using this technique you’re gonna take all this man’s money
But you’re not gonna care, cos he’s gonna fucking deserve it

[Chorus]
You’ll never con an Honest John
An Honest John you can’t drag down (Exactly!)
Con-do-lee get conned
When they think they’re the cunning one (It’s all one big con)
Neighbour you won’t con
An Honest John

Now listen, get Farquhar to dart out the bar
And just shop for some garm’s, maybe
Just to pass an hour or so
I would go shopping cos’ I gave up drinking
But whatever, just have Farquhar down the road
Now you walk in the bar, walk up to the barman
Order a jar, when you’ve caught him slouched on his own
Start eyeing the dog that he’s minding by his side
Currently vibe him and start on about the dog you own.
Start asking the barman, if it’s his fine specimen of a dog
Nod, smile, agree, look interested and cool
When he tells you it’s someone else’s you’ve just left previous
Tell him, ‘This is a very rare breed of animal.’
Last time I lied my manager swiped me
But lie, and tell him it’s like a fucking Red-Eared Hunting Spaniel.
Tell him it’s worth 600 quid and you would pay handsomely if you were to accept finance at all

[Chorus]
You’ll never con an Honest John (Sometimes…)
An Honest John you can’t drag down (…Sometimes I think I should just go completely…)
Condolee get conned
When they think they’re the cunning one
Neighbour you won’t con an Honest John (Keep listening though, it’s important that you keep listening…)

Now take all his shopping off him
Get your mate Farquhar to pop in
Looking straight gutted a bit later on
He should order a jar, talk at the bar
Ensure he looks calm, warm with the barman
And generally start conversating on.
Farquhar should start falling apart
About how he’s arsed up some chance
And how arsed up his day was.
Or in the event, the spread betting he’s getting ready to accept
That his rent’s not getting payed up.
The barmans mind will chime slowly for a while
He might wipe the bar, as his mind is making sums.
Farquhar should continue to moan about money
And that this mutt is not the greatest of his worries.
And like ‘ching!’, the barman will five out of six times
Kindly offer his greed to buy the dog for a price of 300 quid
And after some bartering, your barman will haggle and charge harder
In greed of the scent of the scheme in his head. (That’s right, neighbour!)

You’ll never con an Honest John
An Honest John you can’t drag down
Condolee get conned
When they think they’re the cunning one
(The barman, is gonna see how much he can stitch you up for.)
Neighbour you won’t con an Honest John
(How does that work? Cos’ everytime it’s based around someone who thinks they’re conning you.)

They’ll never imagine the whole scenario is prepared solely for him
Why should he?
That sort of paranoia can get you in the loony bin!

As I have come to realise, running the beats is just getting people’s confidence.
AND THAN TAKING THEIR MONEY!

It’s all one big con.

 

“When You Wasn’t Famous”

Ahhh see… Right see the thing that’s got it all f*cked up now is camera-phones.
How the hell am I supposed to be able to do a line in front of complete strangers, when I know they’ve
all got cameras?

When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls,
it’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt.
But, when you try to pull a girl, who is also famous too,
it feels just like when you wasn’t famous.

The celebrity pages in papers don’t tell tales that are always to the line of the truth.
It’s ’til a line (of coke) at which most likely you’ll have the time, or enough finance to sue.
Which is why it’s so frightening buying papers in the morning fearing the next Mike Skinner scoop.
‘Cos I used to believe what I read, so now I know that others will believe that it’s true
But I realised, with you the truth could be, a whole lot worse than the flack.
My whole life I never thought I’d see, a pop star smoke crack.
And I must admit I was quite shocked, with that thing you did with me on my back.
But, outside in the lobby, I shouldn’t have laughed when you slapped that man.

When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls,
it’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt.
But, when you try to pull a girl, who is also famous too,
it feels just like when you wasn’t famous.

You were so much fun, I really got to like you more than you liked me,
I really hoped that you’d stay.
Considering the amount of prang you’d done, you looked amazing on cd…uk.
You learn dances, do promo, cameras flashing, get in the van, zoom away (reeeoow).
I wake up high, (unknown) feel hung over and sorry for my doomed day.
But I know I got a bit close to you, and that you found it f*cking boring.
You taught me so much about how to deal with the (?).
And what version of a rumour would be next day everyone’s story of me.
You taught me all the realities and “turn the page & ignore ’em”.

When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls,
it’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt.
But, when you try to pull a girl, who is also famous too,
it feels just like when you wasn’t famous.

Anyway, I had to rest my beer hat, delete my dealer’s number and unroll my bank notes.
And we were on borrowed time anyway, what with the daily toilet papers not knowin’.
And I knew that when the people who thought they knew you, when they found out, I would’ve been mocked.
Which is ironic, ‘cos in reality, standing next to you I look f*cking soft.
Whenever I see you on MTV, I can’t stop my big wide smile.
And past the “children’s appeal”, I see the darkness behind.
We both know the scratches on my back, much better than the alludes and lies.
I miss the bitchin’ and shoutin’, but I’m glad I got out in time.

When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls,
it’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt.
But, when you try to pull a girl, who is also famous too,
it feels just like when you wasn’t famous.

You can’t keep f*cking popstars, we’ve got a f*cking business to run. There are industry repercussions,
Michael!… I know

 

“Never Went To Church”

Two great European narcotics,
Alcohol and Christianity,
I know which one I prefer

We never went to church,
Just get on with work and sometimes things’ll hurt,
But it’s hit me since you left us,
And it’s so hard not to search.

If you were still about,
I’d ask you what I’m supposed to do now,
I just get a bit scared,
Every now,
Hope I made you proud.

On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons,
I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you,
You tidied your things into the bin,
The more poorly you grew,
So there’s nothing of yours to hold or to talk to.

Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but..
People say I interrupt people with the same look.
Sometimes I think so hard I can’t remember how your face looked,
Started reading about dreams in your favourite book.
Panic and pace when I can’t see the right thing to do.
You’d be scratching your head through the best advice you knew.
And I feel sad I can’t hear you reciting it through,
I miss you dad but I’ve got nothing to remind me of you

[Chorus]

I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken,
I needed to pray or see a priest that day,
I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away.
But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight.

I never cared about God when life was sailin’ in the calm,
So I said I’d get my head down and I’d deal with the ache in my heart,
And for that if God exists I’d reckon he’d pay me regard,
Mom says me and you are the same from the start.

I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you,
Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to,
When I do something like you you’ll be on my mind or through,
‘Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you.

[Chorus x2]

But you you still tell me how you didn’t know what to do even now,
And then I’m not so scared somehow,
‘Cause I know that you’d be proud.

I got a good one for you dad,
I’m gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman,
You always said I should hedge my bets.

 

“Hotel Expressionism”

The fine art of hotel expressionism
And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and a shoe
The minibar can be part of the art

In the early hours of a blurry hotel you need guests of (?)
My word is word if you yearn success in hotel expressionism
stay away from small boutique hotels so when wrecked there’s no victim
I’ve been ejected from hotels that then when I’m checking in will swear to be with them (swearin’)
Man, I’m not some crank vandal swinging the TV about at random
Attached to the lampstand for a handle is the art of action prove (?)
Tediously mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak clichés
It’s vandalism and expressionism we keenly disassociate it
I’m talking incontrovertible structural damage human injury, real mayhem

The fine art of hotel expressionism
And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and a shoe
The minibar can be part of the art

Fill the iron with minibar brandy and blam see you have a brandy iron
Sweet boozy steam moves freely and is in no manner mindless fun
Express yourself in anyway say anything you may and anyway that man (?)
That’s fucking (?) fucking cunt the fucking damage is a minor… fucker
But loud trashing is fucking drill spelling through the death of rock and roll
Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip ’cause rock and roll is fucking old
The group of girls you zone in on have to be on there oh their own there and piss
But you have a problem with the man they’re with he’s a dealer but there’s a rift
You need to get him fucked up on his own shit take his gear he disappears
Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water gaffer taped to a chair in a lift

The fine art of hotel expressionism
And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and a shoe
The minibar can be part of the art

I’ll tell you
Expressionism is his own form of art
Because with normal art someone usually the artist they pour out their heart
But it’s worth is decided by committee and has to obey the law and sharks
I tell expressionists walk out the lift mind checkin’ out pay for their art
Real art should be nothing but love shouldn’t be about the money or fashion
I make these crap rap rhythms to pay the hotel bills that fund my passion

The fine art of hotel expressionism
And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and a shoe
The minibar can be part of the art

It’s tedious the mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliché
It’s vandalism and expressionismists keenly disassociate to
I’m talking inconvertible, structural damage, human injury… well mayhem basically

 

“Two Nations”

Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dances
But the difference is language
Or just the bits you got wrong
‘Cause we were the ones who invented the language

Sorry, oi, that’s just my idea of a joke
But you guys are different to us across the pond folk
And I keep having to say that I’m only joking
In New York when I have to buy fags on the road, oi
Biggy man, god bless America and that
But you lot keep killing all your best talent
We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them
And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them
I don’t know much about nines and Mac’s
But we still got 22’s we’re inclined to pack
And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays
And crystal meth, it’s all hype with crack
It was no shock to me when we flew to the door
At the Nas gig where the mans were shooting in a war
Since it got reported in the latest news story
That London is now more dangerous than New York

Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dances
But the difference is language
Or just the bits you got wrong
‘Cause we were the ones who invented the language, oi

Understated is how we prefer to be
That’s why I’ve sold three millions and you’ve never heard of me
The paparazzi shoot me the the girls all loose on me
But don’t shoot idols, we fight football rivalry
The work wac means to cum back home
And I wrote the ten wac commandments on my own
I was in front of the bloke shooting at the Nas show
But they weren’t shooting at him it was honor that night though
We don’t shoot idols happily shoot instead
Up my road the police just shot a youth dead
‘Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorist
Does this bomb look big in this bag then but we love Biggy, Johnny Cash and Stevie Wonder
It’s no Biggy we got no cash and its no wonder
‘Cause I’m proud we gave you people like John Lennon
Even though you shot him as well

Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dances
But the difference is language
Or just the bits you got wrong
‘Cause we were the ones who invented the language

 

“Fake Streets Hats”

If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about
If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about

Two days before i finally snap from (?) a gig
I was being a twat the bass player behind the (?) cap he’s belgium another bright screaming gang
Johnny drums see peeps leaving trailing gaps putting face cream on between the breaks and tracks
I needed to stop this, draw the last of my ways
20 minutes to go the floor manager says
Been a long summer (?) band’s an age i wanna dry my eyes and all the band on the stage
(I wana see the whole crowd in Belgium)
dead silence not very nice to feel so depressed and violent
(He’s fuckin’ puttin moisturiser on, he’s fuckin moisturisin’ his face… i know YEAH)

If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about
If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about

(Some cunt is bringin up a load of fuckin shithole streets hats)
Oi, oi, (?) down the day before the crafts the hats were bought by warner staff thought they were fakes,
not thought to ask
so i (?) the audience found under the stage but i’d only just spoken ted mayham has never seen me so
darn broken
the very next day in bed in London
with a girl i have little memory of
unable to feel anything much which was the reason why i bought my first suit
wasn’t thinking at that bit on stage
the fake streets hats were actually not fake!

If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about
If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about

If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about
If you don’t like what’s going down
you need to change something round
and what you can’t change you’ve got to change the way you thought about

(My ears who’s that cunt? tell him to fuck off man “the streets” no look what what oh yeah no go go go yeah mate stop (?) you know it is made so hard)

 

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