Iced Oat Cappucino
This town is so grey
Beautifully shaded
Gradients of hatred
Cast along the pavement
That's cracked and stained in vomit
From students getting on it
Regurgitated grease
Dripping down their fleece
Early morning chips
Smothered in garlic dips
This academic monkey
Is smelling kind of funky
This town is so grey
Colourless and faded
Residents sedated
Muti 'fucking' lated
But we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
It props up this town
We all fall down
This town is so rainbow
Spoken like a yokel
Embroided with a logo
He's a fucking wrongo
Doorway box of vino
Iced oat cappuccino
Parading down the hill
Morning after pill
Saving time for heaven
Bed before eleven
Beyond our comprehension
Carving local tension
This town is so grey
Artwork on display
Shaken and sprayed
Minimum wage
But we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
It props up this town
We all fall down
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Beautifully shaded
Gradients of hatred
Cast along the pavement
That's cracked and stained in vomit
From students getting on it
Regurgitated grease
Dripping down their fleece
Early morning chips
Smothered in garlic dips
This academic monkey
Is smelling kind of funky
This town is so grey
Colourless and faded
Residents sedated
Muti 'fucking' lated
But we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
It props up this town
We all fall down
This town is so rainbow
Spoken like a yokel
Embroided with a logo
He's a fucking wrongo
Doorway box of vino
Iced oat cappuccino
Parading down the hill
Morning after pill
Saving time for heaven
Bed before eleven
Beyond our comprehension
Carving local tension
This town is so grey
Artwork on display
Shaken and sprayed
Minimum wage
But we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
No we can't hate it 'cos it props up
It props up this town
We all fall down
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Pursall
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