F**k Ups - The Holloways

F**k Ups - The Holloways

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So This Is Great Britain?
Год
2007
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
189250

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F**k Ups

The Holloways

Look, here comes another man

With another sorry story to tell

And you can bet he’ll tell me all about

The time he fell from Heaven to Hell

Well, I don’t wanna listen but he tells me all the same

from his life’s little games

Leave me alone, you’re not a dog, I’m not a bone

But you’re gonna bury me with your total misery

And when I’m out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill

I know for a while I shouldn’t, I don’t know if I will or I won’t

If I do or I don’t 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

I think they’re killing me with their grim reality

Look, here comes another drunk

With a face longer than Bin Laden’s

And he has drunk so much alcohol

He can no longer get a hard-on

Not that he’ll ever get a chance to use it

Women are intelligent, he is stupid

Lost and lonely he will remain

No amount of alcohol will wash his misery away

And when I’m out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill

I know for a while I shouldn’t, I don’t know if I will or I won’t

Will I do or I don’t 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

I think they’re killing me with their grim reality

Well, a thirty-three year old grandma

Comes up to me and says

«My family’s gonna take over this council estate

If we keep on giving birth at this rate»

«I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma

By the age of seventy-five

And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don’t care if I’m dead or alive

I don’t care if I’m dead or alive»

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

I think they’re killing me with their grim reality

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

If your live is going wrong, you’d better sing along

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

You fucked up fuck ups

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