My White Noise by Blur
Oi,
You're a little mug ya little tart,
No education,
Everybody comes in and out the room,
They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out,
That's right, no-one's hurt,
You know they're not comin' in with a pair of marraccas are they?
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff,
Like, you know what I mean,
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean,
But I ain't moaning about it or complainig about it or anything like that,
'Cos like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football,
You kick a football, everybody kicks a football,
I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit,
Fair enough,
And like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate,"
You know you get down now, and you look at the wall,
And what does the wall say to ya?
I ain't a mirror, fuck off,
That's the way it goes,
It's true though innit?
Think about it,
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build.
And then you move, move, move, move,
And you push, push, push, push,
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself,
Why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice,
And furthermore,
Furthermore,
You're boring!
You're boring!
You're boring!
You're boring!
You're boring!
You're boring!
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Can we stop now?
Please?
Don't even know you're innocent,
Mmm,
'Salright.
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