I was in Manchester in the rain
Stood grinning at my phone looking fucking insane
Cunts push by me they were getting the train
I thought what would it take for that to derail
Lately been a little not loose
Korn in the oven Limp Biscuit in my brew
Because reality blurs and I'm skipping on the truth
Pushing away people I'm supposed to be close to
Having peace time, key lime, pecan pie
After heaving down the sausage
And half a jar of brine
We've got the orders
We're in the living quarters
With a load of hot dogs
And a heap of fucking burgers
Where's my resolve?
I think you got it (I think you got it)
I think you waddled out the room
With it in your back pocket
So turn it up mum got prawns in my belly
Ken Dodd's Dad's Dog's Dead
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Dog dribbling (death on the telly)
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Waking up every day in a full sprint
Like the guitarist from the video of Big New Prinz
Forgotten wasted and singed
I'm a burnt chip getting sent to the food bin
Waking up everyday on a food binge
I down three Rennies and exercise discipline
Fool proof get the big booth later on
Execute perfectly about five head spins
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