Scum

well i wake up but find it really hard to get up everyday feels like a stick up robbed me of life and anything nice and the only thing i look forward to is having a score in my pocket with the pub in sight and you look at me as if im some sort of vagrant you walk past and spit on me like my home was the pavement and the JSA says no claim, not today, not for you, no pay, on your way
it's alright things are gonna be alright it's alright, i'm not gonna stress tonight but i'm tires and i'm tired and i'm bored i'm tired everyday and everyday is so long it's alright im not gonna stress tonight alright, looking my best tonight but don't you say it now
you bleed us dry and suffocate our lives and when we speak our minds you wanna lock us up inside and then tag us as an anti social lazy good for nothing scrounging, bit of thieving shite kiss this and kiss this and kiss this we just can't survive in this sickness and we're tired of the do gooders who think everyones lovely it's just the way the world is, the good, bad and the ugly
it's alright things are gonna be alright it's alright, i'm not gonna stress tonight but i'm tires and i'm tired and i'm bored i'm tired everyday and everyday is so long it's alright im not gonna stress tonight alright, looking my best tonight but don't you say it now
solo
it's alright things are gonna be alright it's alright, i'm not gonna stress tonight but don't you say it now
Christ how long are you gonna keep pointing the same fingers at us? painting us with the same old brush same old story how about taking a look at yourself wake up and smell the coffee you bunch of ignorant mugs cause and affect you messed it up we're now living in it cheers



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