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I was supposed to be going out, that took ages
Kids are hardcore, aren't they?
They don't mess about
Madhouse, chit-chat, duties, more nappies
Then I manage to get out
The sharp night whistled around my coat, as I motioned up to the main road
The wails of your offspring behind ya, cracking window
It's hard, innit, when you plan to do something
But at that moment you realize it's not quite right
Not really something you should be doing tonight
Well before me a few hellos, expectant mums with blokes that I know
The bus whirred, three-fifty all-day ticket
But I knew deep down I wasn't going to use it later
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I arrange my coat on the front seat and blend it in with the low lighting
People on the way out too, talking
Everyone still looks like Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon
People need to move on
That '50s look can do one
Elvis has definitely left the fucking building
I got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful
I hate the 5.8
I thought about it, I thought about his face when I asked if he had any Rioja
He didn't like it
Don't look at me like that
Like you think I'm some wine twat
I like it
I sit in me house a lot
Eventually you get an idea, little shit
Go and listen to some fucking garage punk, you pointy little tit
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The sofa sank, I couldn't relax
I felt cramped but luckily the table next to me got up and left
And apart from the eight empty pint glasses they left on the table
I thought it was the better bet, more upright
I ain't slouching, I'm not a beatnik
Although, this pub did call for that kind of angle
I hate going out, going out is for young people
I can't sit and enjoy a drink, I want the lot
Have you got any numbers?
And how much has he got?
The trappings of luxury can't save you from the nail-biting boredom of repetitive brain injury
The injury of your useless mind, stuck to the track
Clinging onto years of that's not yours that's mine, give me it
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Going round and round, under the bridges
Slowing down, it's all about technique
Hand shandy chic, under five second flat
The tragedy of the male-less fucking man
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I Can Tel
I can tell
I can tell
I can tell
This barrel you've got me bent over
Was it pulled from your pork cellar
In your lovely little house
I can tell
When taverns raise the glass for no one
No point trying to use your colon
I see it coming out your mouth
Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youth less clubs on shut down streets
The one percenters know (I do)
It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers I catch the 42 to hell
Noddy's streets ain't the same when you get older
No nutrition and the bold are figments eaten by the cold
It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers I catch the 42 to hell
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust gets pulled apart
I can tell
I can tell
You believe you be thinking that you got it
But you're para like the rest of us who squirm in bank transfers
Leytonstone or a village out near Stoke-on-Trent
We move in ways in we don't invent
I mean it's bitter all the time
Monday streets
The wet and bus stops get done over
By the youth less clubs on shut down streets
The one percenters know (I do)
It's just as well
I could be 25 years older
Shuffling into paper slippers I catch the 42 to hell
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust, gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust, gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust, gets pulled apart
I just hope, I just hope everything gets pulled apart and pushed
Gets pulled apart and bust, gets pulled apart
I can tell
I can tell
I can tell
I can tell
Pulled apart and bust, pulled apart and pushed
Pulled apart and bust, pulled apart and pushed, pulled apart and bust
Pulled apart
Got para then pissed bouncing off taxis trying to get sniff
I didn't get, but I did
Complementary white wine slid down my lid
I got munched up hardcore
The train roared so did I
I was pie eyed
Britain Thirst
Here me
Ah
Take it, take it, take it
They're gonna take it off me
Take it, take it
They're gonna take it off me
Take it, take it
I prepare myself for property theft
They'll ninja me arm, nick my brand new car
Batter my dog, scar my soul
These people, they don't care, they can't get dole
They're gonna tie my hands, tell me not to scream
They're gonna take it off me, I can't move
If I do, he's gonna shoot, they're gonna take it off me
They're gonna tie my hands, tell me not to scream
They're gonna take it off me, I can't move
If I do, he's gonna shoot, they're gonna take it off me
Off me
They're gonna take it off me
Chip paper glass, those angry mouths in streets long gone
Where they put one on ya, one on?
Batter my dog, scar my soul
These people, they don't care, they can't get dole
They're gonna tie my hands, tell me not to scream
They're gonna take it off me, I can't move
If I do, he's gonna shoot, they're gonna take it off me
They're gonna tie my hands, tell me not to scream
They're gonna take it off me, I can't move
If I do, he's gonna shoot, they're gonna take it off me
Take it off me
They're gonna take it off me
They're gonna take it off me
My French doors went
I saw the window wink at me as it bounced off the wall
From the light in the ceiling
I get the feeling, I felt the moves and went
I screamed at his face and I cut him with a pen
Whatever, then I got clever
They're gonna tie my hands, tell me not to scream
They're gonna take it off me, I can't move
If I do, he's gonna shoot, they're gonna take it off me
They're gonna tie my hands, tell me not to scream
They're gonna take it off me, I can't move
If I do, he's gonna shoot, they're gonna take it off me
Off me
Off me
And the roads all lead to the bin, no better in your end
It's a growth and it's diggin' in, no better in my end
And the roads all lead to the bin, no better in your end
It's a growth and it's diggin' in, no better in my end
No better in your end
No better in my end
No better in your end
No be-
Dad’s Corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
You thought about what?
When was that?
You thought about nothing and you're tryna recap
Blasé petticoat, where did it go?
The plane's on its way, and I'm still a bag of bones
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
The hotel's here
But you said there
I'm sick of flyin' stalks, it's a fuckin' nightmare
Blasé petticoat, where did it go?
The plane's on it way, and I'm still a bag of bones
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
I said don't blame me
I know it ain't right
Don't blame me, I'm in reception on time
Don't blame me, I think I'm gonna cry
Don't blame me, the gig tonight'll be fine
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
Dad's corner
And what do we have to show?
It ain't a lovely green stretch and a game of polo
And what do we have to show?
It ain't a lovely green stretch and a game of polo, oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no
Dad's corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)
Dad's corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)
Dad's corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)
Dad's corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)
Dad's corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)
You’re A Nottshead
You're a Nottshead, yeah
You're a Nottshead, yeah
Nice little nooks and crannies in the wood
For the nice little mums and daddies
Daddy's sauce
What you doin' next year?
Some folk young, course
You can't come down near the river
Cuttin' words into leaves
So clever
And your kiss-arse servants
Still fear the wrath of the "don't make me laugh"
Gettin' sucky and that
Very clever
Mounds of it
And kids actin' like they've got it
He asked me if I knew who Hendrix was
And then Ian Brown
I'm like, "You're takin' the fuckin' piss out me, man"
Lingo like nonsense
All that from the floppy-eared beautiful baggies
That got employed
Deploy the twat
Why not?
It's what I come for
Big fingers up
Lad bands are fuckin' dead, you cunt
Do you wanna get mugged
By a man like that?
Do you wanna be told
By tools like that?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
You're a Nottshead, yeah
You're a Nottshead, yeah
I heard that the band just laughed at your "big up"s
From the opal amateur
End of the night in the clubs
Fuckin' liar
All the bands you signed are fuckin' dire
Motown wanker
Deluded
Drawin' off the back of the beaut-all you did
So "oh no"s
Strike a pose
Toerag Bo
Above the Jazz club
The stairs creaked in pairs
I don't see what you see
One big party
I banged your gear
And laughed at your stale tears
That posed as laugh
You ain't fuckin' T-Rex
He's dead you twat
So is Otis
Funny how once you're through the door
The majority just turn into poor courts
All chest and lad-walks
Big gear and cat-walks
Your face got puked
This streak of fortune looped the loop
Until you spunked up and screamed at the sky
"I can't believe I got signed!"
Do you wanna get mugged
By a man like that?
Do you wanna be told
By tools like that?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
You're a Nottshead, yeah
You're a Nottshead, yeah
Big shine
Big fuckin' "not available"
Innocent of the idea
That he might be unstable
But hey, he's a crowd-monkey ripping you off mate
Quite awkward
Quite English and custard
You rhubarb fuckin' shocker
You got a team, haven't you? You wanker
Shuffle to Atlantic Soul
And claim it's where you feel at home
You fuckin' white twat
Get sniffed and tap the air like it's an ice
Big lines
Big fuckin' everything all the time
Head nods, even when the tune's stopped
Do you wanna get mugged
By a man like that?
Do you wanna be told
By tools like that?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
You're a Nottshead, yeah
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
I'm never wrong, so tell me, where?
You're a Nottshead, yeah
You're a Nottshead, yeah
You're a Nottshead, yeah
You're a Nottshead, yeah
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