Mess of Me

Saturday's the night to go out

Rolling up Nellie without doubt

Mirror's on the flat scraping plumb

I'm feeling numb, numb, numb, numb

Daddy's got his hand in the bag, he's on a win, baby

Mummy's laying back drinking gin, she needs a break, maybe

I'm just sitting there like a kid

I want to know, know, know, know

'Cause I'm always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't hold back

Always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't relax

It's so bad

It's so bad

It's so bad

Sunday is the day to pay rent

I've got not a buck or a cent

Bankers calling up on the phone

I need to pay back the loan

Daddy's got himself a new scheme, he needs a win, baby

Mummy's laying back drinking gin, she needs a break, maybe

I'm just sitting there like a kid

I want to know, know, know, know

'Cause I'm always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't hold back

Always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't relax

It's so bad

It's so bad

It's so bad

I-I-I-I, I, the heir of the throne

And I, I, I feel like a chip off the old block

My, my future neglect

Is pushing on too soon

Bending over backwards

To satisfy my doom

I'm reaching for my gun

I feel like I'm the one

I feel like I'm his son

'Cause I'm always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't hold back

Always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't relax

Always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't hold back

Always trying to make a mess of me

And I can't relax

It's so bad

It's so bad

It's so bad