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RAT BOY

Turn Round M8

 

Turn Round M8

(album: Scum - 2017)


Bored of working through the racing days
Don't fall through the concrete holes
Or anything else because that's just another fact
That they can't help you with

The cunt stunk of skunk as he grabbed me by the neck
Trackies and North Face, a future court case
Wrong place wrong time, I'm a victim of a crime
My life and my belongings have done been put on the line
If he gets caught he probably won't even get a fine
My shit already sold never get back what's mine
The sad thing is, well, this ain't the first time
And when I think of it, it sends stabbings down my spine

Bored of working through the racing days
Don't fall through the concrete holes
Or anything else because that's just another fact
That they can't help you with
There's nothing new under the sun
And modern life has lost its fun
And anywhere I go, they'll take your money
I can't take it anymore

Turn around, walk away
You might live another day
Turn around, walk away
You might live another day
Turn around, walk away
You might live another day
Turn around, walk away
You might live another day

Roses round the railings, picture what I'm saying
Spending all your savings just to keep up with your cravings
Wannabe road men cracked tarmac needs a mend
Well I start to wonder where all the money gets spent
On rent, we keep looking up for tomorrow
We beg, we steal, we borrow, next year no more sorrow
And the sad thing is, well, this ain't the last time
And when I think of it, it sends stabbings down my spine

Bored of working through the racing days
Don't fall through the concrete holes
Or anything else because that's just another fact
That they can't help you with
There's nothing new under the sun
And modern life has lost its fun
And anywhere I go, they'll take your money
I can't take it anymore

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