Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
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It's all dull
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Shadowed sentence
Verse 2
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As you look out
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Curbs, road paint, murder mile
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You better look out
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Across the routines
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In town then out
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The flow of day shifts give way to nights
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Time and half
Verse 3
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Four days on, seven off
Work like fuck, top off
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No good news is all it is
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Few perks, try and live your life
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Fucking go berserk
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We are the cheap flights
Looking at the Ferrari
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On show in duty- free
Verse 4
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Choice of two hundred car tickets
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From three pound fifty
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Bag of fags, fry up
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Falling out our rumbling cracks
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But not me
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I'm sick of the fat soaked farm eggs kid,
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mate, gluten free
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Try scrolling down a website, the NME,
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without laughing
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I'll give you ten quid if you
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can keep a straight face
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Honestly, just fucking try it, mate
Verse 5
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Verse 6
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Jump sticks roll around my hand
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Big screen airport stand
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Four flights, two- hour journey
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Feet feel cold mate
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Big fat Bernies
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Bernie Winters, roll neck splinters
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Schnorbitz on the pull
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He's got his chappy out
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Rescue dogs ain't
Verse 7
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fucking dull
Like you, like me
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Let's do star jumps with white
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teeth
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Moosey, no fee
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We don't sell our souls anymore,
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give it away for free
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"Please, please, me"
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Dead bingo
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Brexit loves that
Verse 8
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fucking Ringo
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Safe bet, all the oldies vote for death
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Strap down, watch them, and strike fast
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Why not? They wanna kill
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people who ain't got a lot
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No switch theme,
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we should take the house and fuck 'em
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Why not? They wanna kill people
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who ain't got a lot
Verse 9
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Timeline's in the bin All this fuck
Verse 10
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ing expert knowledge
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Slating the big guns
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Getting 'em locked up like Porridge
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On your keyboard, Evil Knievel
How to win pens and scribble
on people
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Essence of life, little worms and light up
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when you look at the sky
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Constellation, masturbation
Verse 11
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But that wasn't said by me
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I don't fumble in my jungle
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I'm wanking free, born free
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Free's not right, that's not good
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Spend your life on fucking
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PornHub
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Black and orange, what'd you say?
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Sexy this and what a farce
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The reality of pinching too much arse
Verse 12
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Interlude 1
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Verse 13
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