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I'm a little pissed off, and a little bit cross At the shit that we live in with a bitter twist, lost With ridiculous costs when you live in pig troughs And you're getting ripped off by a very rich boss When your pockets ain't heavy like a beggars wrist watch And you're dodging the rent but the rent never stops Now you're drenched in the slop No pence in the pot Have to get a shit job and start getting ripped off I was once a guy to pack finance Wine and dine a lot and have nice plans But, now I've got no cash inside my hands Pasta and rice and a sider from Iceland Trapped in the vice of my nine to five And life's crap for the times but I'm biding mine And I guess Brighton's fine if you're into stuff Instead of boring as fuck, getting more into drugs Where the walls drip puss, getting awkward as fuck And you're all telling yourself you're all giving up And it's a short bit of fun, and who am I to speak? I used to rip guys off every night for???? And at the time it was fine with me Come die and sniff line after line after line with me Now I'm stuck in the sand trying to find my feet Singing "fuck this life man, it's time to leave" I'm a little pissed off, and a little bit cross At the shit that we live in with a bitter twist, lost With ridiculous costs when you live in pig troughs And you're getting ripped off by a very rich boss When your pockets ain't heavy like a beggars wrist watch And you're dodging the rent but the rent never stops Now you're drenched in the slop No pence in the pot Have to get a shit job and start getting ripped off Searching my stash Keep burning my cash Deep purse full of pieces of dirt and a match Keep churning the work, seem certain its brass But I'm knee-deep serving for sterling to cash I'm a little pissed off And as skint as I was when I lived as a dog eating shit by the log And when I said that I didn't need cash I was joking And when my head's full of weed and I'm mashed I was roped in And when I seem to be happy or it seems that I'm not When my dreams all collapse, best believe it's because I'm a little pissed off, and a little bit cross At the shit that we live in with a bitter twist, lost With ridiculous costs when you live in pig troughs And you're getting ripped off by a very rich boss When your pockets ain't heavy like a beggars wrist watch And you're dodging the rent but the rent never stops Now you're drenched in the slop No pence in the pot Have to get a shit job and start getting ripped off
Writer(s): James Walton, Paul Constantillieris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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