Givin’ Up (Live at Wembley, 2004)

We-We-Wembley

My momma wants to know
Where I'm spending all my dough
Honey, all she does is nag, nag, nag

But I won't apologize
I'd inject into my eyes
If there was nowhere else to stick my skag
Of course, I want it brown
And I'm going into town
Shooting up as soon as I'm back
And my friends have got some good shit
All I want is some of it

Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack (yeah)
Well, I've ruined nearly all of my veins
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms

Yeah, yea-ah-ah, won't you get out?
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

Getting off my face
There's a dragon I must chase
Honey, I'm the scourge of all mankind
With everyone but me
Is destined just to be

Slaves to the remorseless grind
But I found myself an easy way out
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
Into my arms

Oh-oh's, come on
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

It's really fucking hot tonight, innit? Jesus
Someone has sent me a rock chick vibrating
What's it say?
It's the new vibrating model, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with it, maybe
It appears to have a fur-like attachment on it
And from the literature
I gather you're supposed to stick it up your fucking ass
Thanks very much



Credits
Writer(s): Edwin James Graham, Daniel Francis Hawkins, Francis Gilles Poullain-patterson, Justin David Hawkins
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