Kitchen Song
In my room it's doom and gloom
Pissing in a jar cos the bathroom's to far
Cigarettes in bed or a spliff instead
Crack the morning can to level out my head
Music been banned by Joe upstairs
Drowning in his concerns and killing off his cares
Dreaming of the first year he spent here in Bristol
The future is calling with the tone of a pistol
Choking on butane gas
Some cunt will always get the last laugh on me
Choking on a cruel embrace
I was hoping we could fix this place
I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Cleaning the dishes they're all shiny and nice
Surrounded by morons idealising what's right
I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Bobby in bed wishing that she was dead
She's too depressed to get herself dressed
Drink and smoke money grab some coke
Fast food bad moods and weird horny blokes
Tell me all your tragic tales
Tomorrow concept that will always fail
When they found you on the bathroom floor
You cried assault and he called you a whore
Poor old Luc he was so insecure
He had to shout at everyone and slam all of the doors
Dale for sale to his cannabis dream
Bless his little soul cos he says just what he means
Waking to the scent of death
You purse your lips like a tourniquet
All the sorrys and desperate pleas
All that I ever wanted for you was life up on your feet
I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Cleaning the dishes they're all shiny and nice
Surrounded by morons idealising whats right
But I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Stare out the window wanting more from this life for me
Pissing in a jar cos the bathroom's to far
Cigarettes in bed or a spliff instead
Crack the morning can to level out my head
Music been banned by Joe upstairs
Drowning in his concerns and killing off his cares
Dreaming of the first year he spent here in Bristol
The future is calling with the tone of a pistol
Choking on butane gas
Some cunt will always get the last laugh on me
Choking on a cruel embrace
I was hoping we could fix this place
I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Cleaning the dishes they're all shiny and nice
Surrounded by morons idealising what's right
I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Bobby in bed wishing that she was dead
She's too depressed to get herself dressed
Drink and smoke money grab some coke
Fast food bad moods and weird horny blokes
Tell me all your tragic tales
Tomorrow concept that will always fail
When they found you on the bathroom floor
You cried assault and he called you a whore
Poor old Luc he was so insecure
He had to shout at everyone and slam all of the doors
Dale for sale to his cannabis dream
Bless his little soul cos he says just what he means
Waking to the scent of death
You purse your lips like a tourniquet
All the sorrys and desperate pleas
All that I ever wanted for you was life up on your feet
I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Cleaning the dishes they're all shiny and nice
Surrounded by morons idealising whats right
But I'm in the kitchen changing my life
Stare out the window wanting more from this life for me
Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Harrison-ward
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