Fps

And England is burning
And God isn't listening
Hell of a culture
Hell of a reason

And I guess that's one thing
I feel like I'm missing
Cause I don't know Jesus
I've never met him

Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Down

Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya down

You talk like you knew her
But you never knew her
It's OK Computer
A first-person shooter

That shit is crucial
This town is a black hole
Says everything must go
Baby I'm broken
I'm tired and I'm choking

Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Hallelujah
Don't let it get ya
Down

Beer in the shower
Sing us a belter
A good old-fashioned crowdpleaser

And I'm facing the sunshine
Where do I sign up
To feel like this forever?

Now I'm playing drums
And I'm getting by
I think I'll get better
But it might take some time

And all of the bullshit
None of it matters
What a shitty ending

So just walk me home
And leave the rest to me
Just walk me home
And leave the rest to me



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Geeves
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