Lyrics

Look, here comes another man With another sorry story to tell And you can bet he'll tell me all about The time he fell from Heaven to Hell Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same From his life's little games Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone But you're gonna bury me with your total misery And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I won't If I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure I am getting desperate as I am getting poor All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up I think they're killing me with their grim reality Look, here comes another drunk With a face longer than Bin Laden's And he has drunk so much alcohol He can no longer get a hard-on Not that he'll ever get a chance to use it Women are intelligent, he is stupid Lost and lonely he will remain No amount of alcohol will wash his misery away And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I won't Will I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up I think they're killing me with their grim reality Well, a thirty-three year old grandma Comes up to me and says "My family's gonna take over this council estate If we keep on giving birth at this rate" "I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma By the age of seventy-five And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive I don't care if I'm dead or alive" All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up I think they're killing me with their grim reality All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up If your live is going wrong, you'd better sing along All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up You fucked up fuck ups
Writer(s): David Jackson, Rob Skipper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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