Rocket Fuel - Lee Scott

Corner shop survivalist

Finger in your pie and chips

Feeling flaky like psoriasis

Life’s a bitch

I’ve known the score since

96 though

So, even if I didn’t get the winner

It was my assist

Or I at least started the move

When I’m in a groove I’m hard to remove

Like I signed the lease

I need a TED talk so I can school these cats

And tell your crew, 'Relax' with a mouth full of Scooby snacks

If you didn’t know

The days get longer and the nights gets later, but

Time gets quicker, though

Flying by like a pig in tow of a troublesome kid

With a bit of dro and a couple of quid

In the pocket of his trackie

For a bottle and a pasty

Might politely ask me if I’ve got a bit of baccy

I probably do, but I shake my head no

I’m up, but I wish I would’ve stayed in bed though

Cause I’m wrecked like Ricky’s car

A couple of white stripes and I’m going to Wichita

All I know is that it’s far away from here

Soon-to-be homesick E.T.

with a taste for beer

Let me make it clear

Don’t stand too close, I’m morose

Interrupt the host’s toast

And knock them off their stool when I drop a jewel

Crazy straw

Siphoning your rocket fuel

Hey

It wasn’t such a great day today

But it’s all good anyway

Because there’s always yesterday

Hey

It wasn’t such a great day today

But it’s all good anyway

Because there’s always yesterday

Ever been sitting on the Jubilee line

Wishing you could freeze time

(Thinking) Even God’s plan couldn’t supersede mine?

Of course you have

Say no more

Export the WAV

Before you ruin it

Distribute the shit

And now you’re James Brown super slick

I’m just grateful I’ve got a roof to hit

Uncouth, was a good youth way back

Now he doesn’t like this, and hates that

Pack it up, pack it in

He was meant to begin, but

Left with his tin empty as sin

Took the last biscuit and he didn’t even dip it

Bit it, asks you for a hand than spat it in it

Pass the limit, a gallon ago, bored

It’s cool

I’m sweg with a capital 'Oh Lord'

Crack me back and bop into battle with no sword

Swinging

Wringing your neck with a phone cord

Singing a merry song

I don’t know the words to

Upside down crossface bench pressing a church pew

Like something’s got to give

And it’s usually me health

I’m in a league of me own

Losing to myself

Hey

It wasn’t such a great day today

But it’s all good anyway

Because there’s always yesterday

Hey

It wasn’t such a great day today

But it’s all good anyway

Because there’s always yesterday