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 And 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. Cus 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 Sunday is the day to pay rent But I've got not a buck or a cent Bankers calling up on the phone I need to pay back the loan And Daddy's got himself a new scheme (He needs a win, baby) Mummy's laying back drinking gin (She's gonna leave maybe) I'm just sitting there like a kid I want to know, know, know, know Cus 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 I, the heir of the throne And I feel like a chip off the old block My, my future neglect Is pushing in too soon Bending over backwards To satisfy my doom Reaching for my gun I feel like the one I feel like I'm his son. Cus 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