Colin Firth's First Birthday
Got a new smirk
Making much mirth
Cutting up my face in the mirror cos I wanna look like Colin Firth
I weren't born first
Runt of the litter you can roll me in glitter
But I'm still a fucking turd
Special like an early bird
Back to the Ireland
People digging up dirt
Burn pon fire
Sleep and I eat
And I'm digging up peat til a man retire
Spade, call it a spade
Stick it in the ground til I dig my grave
More money in the hand watch the paddies get rich
Stick us in a corner tell us take our pick
Big like mountain
Shouting, spouting
Ruining the family outing
Dash shrapnel coins at the fountain
Get my willy out
It's a miracle. I'm at the pinnacle now problems are mounting
Tell me why the Thomases are doubting
Some people just wanna do nothing
Me, I wanna do less
Churches are worthless without the people inside, all the servants
Serves no purpose
Silent murmurs resonate loud with a certain nervous ardent fervour
Cash make money go further
(Give it to me)
Man I can save in the Vatican way
Got bare cash stashed in the tabernacle anyway
Another soul, another lump sum
Another stealth tax coming from a healthy income
I'm feeling kinda lazy I don't know if I should get up and try life
Or stay in bed until the sun retires
I'm feeling mildly crazy
Blame it on the light
I should stay away until the sun retires
Answer the dark truth inside of you
Making much mirth
Cutting up my face in the mirror cos I wanna look like Colin Firth
I weren't born first
Runt of the litter you can roll me in glitter
But I'm still a fucking turd
Special like an early bird
Back to the Ireland
People digging up dirt
Burn pon fire
Sleep and I eat
And I'm digging up peat til a man retire
Spade, call it a spade
Stick it in the ground til I dig my grave
More money in the hand watch the paddies get rich
Stick us in a corner tell us take our pick
Big like mountain
Shouting, spouting
Ruining the family outing
Dash shrapnel coins at the fountain
Get my willy out
It's a miracle. I'm at the pinnacle now problems are mounting
Tell me why the Thomases are doubting
Some people just wanna do nothing
Me, I wanna do less
Churches are worthless without the people inside, all the servants
Serves no purpose
Silent murmurs resonate loud with a certain nervous ardent fervour
Cash make money go further
(Give it to me)
Man I can save in the Vatican way
Got bare cash stashed in the tabernacle anyway
Another soul, another lump sum
Another stealth tax coming from a healthy income
I'm feeling kinda lazy I don't know if I should get up and try life
Or stay in bed until the sun retires
I'm feeling mildly crazy
Blame it on the light
I should stay away until the sun retires
Answer the dark truth inside of you
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Ashley
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