B&R

It's like two clashing skulls made of rusted iron I'm a lion And you're a mouse This country's my house and your ass will be Handed to you in advance I hate who pays my minimum wage I'm a layabout if music weren't the case and Trading low number notes for fucking baggies To hide from my Mum when I visit She's just glad I'm around And sometimes so am I But I just wanted to hand a CD to a marketing guy So he could hand it to Mr Universal I'd get a 360 deal on all my incomings And they'd rim me for the lot And I'd die a washed up coulda been With charlie stuck on my nose ring But now it's playlisting Some numbers on a screen Everything's numbers on a screen Like money is What little money there is Wish I was born and raised for free Wish I was born and raised for free Wish I was born and raised for free Wish I was born and raised for free Wish I was born and raised for free