I recognise you from a mile off
In a flood of empty smiles,
out,
feeding feeling to the fire
Peepers pilfered for the pyre
He's out for the punching,
or to get punched
Got distracted when he got a hunch
she might be game,
Well I had plans,
they can be rearranged,
I don't know anyone's name
When the credit comes a-callin' lately
Ohh I want nothing to do with it
It's why you're acting like a diva,
spending in a fever,
rushing to be rid of it.
And I opt out
this human drought
brought about
by fiscal doubt.
It's hard to bother when you're wrecked
except for things you can't forget,
like how you missed out on rough sex
when you were shy and twat-dressed
I'll buy us a drink man,
what can you sink man?
Can hardly breathe mate,
can you tell?
I think you're a dick
I think I might be sick,
I think I might have a few issues with myself as well
When the credit comes a-callin' lately
Ohh I want nothing to do with it
It's why you're acting like a diva,
spending in a fever,
rushing to be rid of it.
And I opt out
this human drought
brought about
by fiscal doubt.
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