Susi: C major
Verse 1
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that's
drinking near the shop
That it ain't the foreigners and it
ain't the fuckin' Cov
Verse 2
But he don't care
Dm
I take up the right,
left view and the road in front too
And make up my mind, slide past you
There's always animals
singing on everyday
No cars to drown the noise of this, yea
Just queues for the clinic and
6ft conversation
I don't wanna talk, innit
I don't wanna talk to you, you cunt
You boring fucking cunt
Looked grim
Then all of a sudden,
I didn't give a shit about it and just became in
Got in with it,
didn't touch anything
Just stared into a cold month
with no people near it
I got stunned but the ivy grew back nice on my back wall under that sun like,
"Who was it?"
Necking soft drinks in a Sydney bar was just really good,
won't it?
Planes flying dead low
So warm and people taking shit on Monday
Not me though
Verse 3
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that's
drinking near the shop
That it ain't the foreigners
and it ain't the fuckin Cov
Verse 4
But he don't care
Dm
Why's this cunt got police
protection?
He wasn't even running
in the last election
I bet his partner at night says things like
"It's all for the good of your ideas"
Putting milk in the bowls of his children's
inevitable tears every morning
Insane
Watch 'em get depressed
under the lockdown stress
Little slap headed cunt,
get Brexit punched
Let's get Brexit fucked by an horse's
penis until its misery splits
Ugly rich white men get shagged by it
Squeak
North London suburbs carry the pain in the bricks,
religion and wheat
MP's popping up like newly
planted council trees
Squeak squeak
Verse 5
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that's
drinking near the shop
That it ain't the foreigners and
it ain't the fuckin Cov
Verse 6
But he don't care
Dm
Benches with RIP badges under swaying
trees that kiss the energy damaged
People underneath, same old same old,
dugouts and old walks, footings
Oh fuck, story's about the origins of buildings,
slight hills, panic behind the tills
Rumble rumble, get the hot weather
and some fucker got a beer or two
Old firm hands unemployed, loitering
You just get fucking annoyed like,
what?
Dropkick ya silly bastards in my dreams
that's about ya lot
Mumble mumble, dragging out slight hills,
Verse 7
more panic behind the tills
Dm
Out there
I run my fingers through my hair
I wanna tell the bloke that's
drinking near the shop
That it ain't the foreigners and
it ain't the fuckin Cov
Verse 8
But he don't care
Dm
(Panic behind the tills)
(Panic behind the tills)
(Panic behind the tills)
(Panic behind the tills)
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