The Royal Fuck Up

Sometimes people can't see certain
Things apart from when they're
Looking down at you.
Gonna make you well pissed.

It is easier for them to
Make their judgements in advance.
They're not for you,
Not really what you wished for.

And in the rain, you are the same.
You both are wet and cold again,
And you're both just girls,
And you can multi-task and stuff.

And sometimes people find it hard
To mingle with the different folk,
They lock their doors,
Living with opinions is tough.

You're just an idea that your parents had one day.
You're just an idea that your parents had one day.
Being here might make you happy,
Being here might make you sad,
But it's still a damn good idea that your parents had.

Passing on this fictitious
Divinity to all their kids
And their kid's kids.
And it will never end.

I'm still working out with sugar babies, the most pretty out of
All of them and then I work it
Out again because they are attractive young ladies,
Admit I copy their CDs, but I like track ten.

Juggling their heritage with
Single bedroomed families
With one toilet,
Gunna get on your nerves.

And we don't live in the capital,
So all we do is
Have sex with our relatives.
We get what we deserve.

You're just an idea that your parents had one day.
You're just an idea that your parents had one day.
Being here might make you happy,
Being here might make you sad,
But it's still a damn good idea that your parents had.

Maybe if we all did as
Her majesty, we all would
Die of being bored.
Our bones would seize up.

Public places act as waiting rooms
'Til we can get to
Where we really are,
And then we get beat up.

Brushing shoulders with a stranger
Has become less frequent now
As time goes on
'Cause I might have scabies (love you dad).

Who has made these lines across
The seating plan of life
Because it wasn't us.
We were all just babies.

Now we're just annoying roommates sharing one big lump of planet
Every day and it is getting harder every second just to
Say what we would like, even if it isn't right
And this is all our land.

People cannot look at you,
Relate to anything you do.
They nod their heads,
Pretend they understand...

Well the fat man might not be a pig,
But that female judge has a stupid wig
And they've never met,
But they think alike.

Hello the forties, here I come,
'Cause I would rather be a bum
Back then than now,
I think it sounds all right.

We're nothing that we need to be,
So drown that whiskey
Like it's tea with vodka in,
And get yourself to sleep.

This will make itself much worse
As generations learn
The way their parents were.
Words are what you keep.

The only girl I ever loved
Took twenty minutes to download,
But she was worth the wait,
She never moves.

If life's a fight with baseball bats
And handbag slappings I know that
We'd all just fall,
We'd always lose.

You're just an idea that your parents had one day.
You're just an idea that your parents had one day.
Being here might make you happy,
Being here might make you sad,
But it's still a damn good idea that your parents had.