I went into a butchers shop once or twice before. Nasty grim places that stink of death. I'm not a veggie but places like that push me in that direction. I prefer the more clinical pre-packaged meat from Sainsburys. I walk past a chemist shop often and I have even bought some pain killers in there before. I can't say I have ever been tempted to write on a computer forum about it though. Buses annoy me. Sometimes they are empty and sometimes they are full. I don't like it when they are full. I dislike pubs and the way they now spill out into the street, blocking paths with tables and chairs. I dislike the way that foolish young men and women consume far too much alcohol and end up shouting, fighting and vomiting in the street.
I remember the sickness was forever
I remember snuff videos
Cold Septembers, the distances we covered
The fist fights on the beach, the bizzies round us up
Do it all again next week
An embryonic love
The first time that it scarred
Embarrass yourself for someone
Crying like a child
And the boy who kicked Tom's head in
Still bugs me now
That's the thing, it lingers
And claws you when you're down
I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
That's the thing with anger
It begs to stick around
So it can fleece you of your beauty
And leave you spent with nowt to offer
It makes you hurt the ones who love you
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh, oh)
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh, oh)
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh, oh)
See I spent my teens enraged
Spiraling in silence
And I armed myself with a grin
'Cause I was always the ********' joker
Buried in their humor
Amongst the white noise and boys' boys
Locker-room talkin' lads' lads
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the kid's a dab hand
Canny chanter, but he looks sad
God, the kid looks so sad
God, the kid looks so sad
She said the debt, the debt, the debt
So I thought about shifting gear
And how she wept and wept and wept
Luck came and died 'round here
I see my mother
The DWP see a number
She cries on the floor encumbered
I'm seventeen going under
I'm seventeen going under
(Oh, oh)
I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh)
