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Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won't go to bed blues Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won't go to bed blues The tragedy of life Of ways that won't change, too late Screaming kids and no landscape Tesla, Elon Musk's orgies are better No tester, taunting us in tweets with a face that looks like beef One time for the Lord, my arse Limping, carrying tubs of water drinking Outside Spare ribs do bits of spice Outside Under a concrete Jesus Christ Outside Spare ribs do bits of spice What goes on there out of sight? No lampshades, no lights I picture my kids in life These routes, Fruit Shoots Soft start kits, beaten lumps of flesh outside the supermarkets Banana milkshakes, toffee lattes Give him what he wants, he's fucked Ski jackets, sleeping bags get took Where the bench was, break the wind at 4am In the bus stop Outside Spare ribs do bits of spice Outside Under a concrete Jesus Christ Outside Spare ribs do bits of spice Going on about Aphex Twin Spanish Anarchists You don't know anything What happened to ya? Lager and linen, bullshitter, because you actually hate women, don't ya? Running for them words Political song competition, I win! You're faster, angrier, more political Jargon fight, clever insight Tick boxes tick. Tick all that shit Outside Spare ribs do bits of spice Outside Under a concrete Jesus Christ Outside Spare ribs do bits of spice You go down, you do nothing You go up, you do something You go down, you do nothing You go up, you do something Oh fuck off
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