Shithouse - Single Edit
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I'd ever
See your fucking face again
I'll find you on the wall
I'll find you in reflection
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking mickey mouse
This year's been a belter
Shithouse
Had a thought that poked me
Had a brainwave that fucking soaked me
I am heavy when wet
My youth sparks a truth to provoke me
But that boy will never known me
I'm as young as I'll ever get
I had a day that broke me
I had the words but they fucking choked me
Cooked in petrol breath
Ten years to hold me
Armchair martyr, thou be'est the holy
I've sat my seat to death
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I'd ever
See your fucking face again
I'll find you on the wall
I'll find you on the the mountain
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking mickey mouse
This year's been a belter
Shithouse
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking Cinderella
In the mind there lives a louse
Shithouse
Frocks, Smocks and two smoking Beryls
Leave the ledges for the ferals
Here's a lighter love
And another cuppa tea for your perils
You'll be running the rails
Man is death's dog
You'll spend your life nipping at his coattails
And barking at the fog
When you run to the winds and whistles
Leave a ribbon around the thistles
You've got to get back home
Looks like you'll make it kid
But you can't get out alone
Time to get a wiggle on
A bit of that 'get up and go'
You can't shine in shit, kid
And life ain't no fucking disco
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I'd ever
See your fucking face again
I'll find you on the wall
I'll find you in reflection
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking mickey mouse
This year's been a belter
Shithouse
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking Cinderella
In the mind there lives the louse
Shithouse
Did I ever think I'd ever
See your fucking face again
I'll find you on the wall
I'll find you in reflection
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking mickey mouse
This year's been a belter
Shithouse
Had a thought that poked me
Had a brainwave that fucking soaked me
I am heavy when wet
My youth sparks a truth to provoke me
But that boy will never known me
I'm as young as I'll ever get
I had a day that broke me
I had the words but they fucking choked me
Cooked in petrol breath
Ten years to hold me
Armchair martyr, thou be'est the holy
I've sat my seat to death
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I'd ever
See your fucking face again
I'll find you on the wall
I'll find you on the the mountain
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking mickey mouse
This year's been a belter
Shithouse
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking Cinderella
In the mind there lives a louse
Shithouse
Frocks, Smocks and two smoking Beryls
Leave the ledges for the ferals
Here's a lighter love
And another cuppa tea for your perils
You'll be running the rails
Man is death's dog
You'll spend your life nipping at his coattails
And barking at the fog
When you run to the winds and whistles
Leave a ribbon around the thistles
You've got to get back home
Looks like you'll make it kid
But you can't get out alone
Time to get a wiggle on
A bit of that 'get up and go'
You can't shine in shit, kid
And life ain't no fucking disco
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I'd ever
See your fucking face again
I'll find you on the wall
I'll find you in reflection
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking mickey mouse
This year's been a belter
Shithouse
I thought I was getting better
I must think I'm fucking Cinderella
In the mind there lives the louse
Shithouse
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Writer(s): Callum Moloney, Joseph Hicklin
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