Cut the Lights
Every person's a nightmare in their own way
You wanna fuck with my head just to get your way
Your skull fucking, I'm messing I can't keep mine on straight
Crawling up the wall but you won't win, no way
Few boys spinning baccy on the backstreet
Fungus foot, they've been running like an athlete
Autumn's cold but you know they've got the fat heat
Twenty years but I'm twelve the way I smack meat
Put the pen to paper or you'll do twenty in the pen
Flying rats and fruit bats, I'm not your friend
On the way to the function, I'm hitting 80 yeah
Check my balance is zero man fuck this ATM
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
Woaaahhhhhhhh
Don't think your slick you'll get left in a heartbeat
Woaaaaa-
Sunday to Monday morning, close the blinds, my arm fell asleep right now
Yeah. Now she wanna have hand sex
Get the gloves I be ripping through the spandex
Woaaahhh- now she wanna have hand sex
Tell her get the gloves I'm ripping through the spandex
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
A to Z, I hate to see the way you smile
The fakery is blatantly, its the motive now
Place to be mistakenly, see my head top frown
ABC's and ACD's, burn the bakery down
My silver spoon is sticky, yeah it's covered in brown
No silver lining on this plate, rip the whole gaff down
Spit on children's, no witnesses, double-check look round
Thin walls with secrets, yeah don't you love that sound
I don't know why I have to deal with this myself
I look up but no-one helps
Me to see my wrongs from right so
I use notes as coasters to say I'm right
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
This music therapy's useless, I can't see no end
Putting hands over eyes yeah I'm my best friend
Pat on the back, slap and tickle, I don't like you
I think I'm him you disagree like well fuck you
You wanna fuck with my head just to get your way
Your skull fucking, I'm messing I can't keep mine on straight
Crawling up the wall but you won't win, no way
Few boys spinning baccy on the backstreet
Fungus foot, they've been running like an athlete
Autumn's cold but you know they've got the fat heat
Twenty years but I'm twelve the way I smack meat
Put the pen to paper or you'll do twenty in the pen
Flying rats and fruit bats, I'm not your friend
On the way to the function, I'm hitting 80 yeah
Check my balance is zero man fuck this ATM
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
Woaaahhhhhhhh
Don't think your slick you'll get left in a heartbeat
Woaaaaa-
Sunday to Monday morning, close the blinds, my arm fell asleep right now
Yeah. Now she wanna have hand sex
Get the gloves I be ripping through the spandex
Woaaahhh- now she wanna have hand sex
Tell her get the gloves I'm ripping through the spandex
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
A to Z, I hate to see the way you smile
The fakery is blatantly, its the motive now
Place to be mistakenly, see my head top frown
ABC's and ACD's, burn the bakery down
My silver spoon is sticky, yeah it's covered in brown
No silver lining on this plate, rip the whole gaff down
Spit on children's, no witnesses, double-check look round
Thin walls with secrets, yeah don't you love that sound
I don't know why I have to deal with this myself
I look up but no-one helps
Me to see my wrongs from right so
I use notes as coasters to say I'm right
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
28 tools round the table
Let 'em out, let's raid the stable
Cut the lights, turn off the cable
Don't need advice, you can keep the label
This music therapy's useless, I can't see no end
Putting hands over eyes yeah I'm my best friend
Pat on the back, slap and tickle, I don't like you
I think I'm him you disagree like well fuck you
Credits
Writer(s): Phil Geraghty
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