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The Mekon

 

The Mekon

(album: The Mekon - 2007)


I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself
I'm knackered
I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself
I've exhausted myself

Who dares wins
Dan Dares
He got it wrong
His rocket got bombed
The Mekon
Got a big head
With sta-prest waffle trousers
Tram lines in his hair
A John Partridge shooters mack
Fuck Lyle & Scott
The haves they always got it wrong
We don't we have not!

I've got a barbed wire brain
On a cheap fight to self-destruction
With an overnight stay-in
I can't function
I'm not a mod I'm God
I'm not a mod I'm God!

And you can stick this job
Right up your arse

What's it like?
Sticking probes into boxes of dead chickens
Until 8 o'clock at night
What's it like?
Knowing you're just an average musician
And this is your shite life
What's it like?
Putting your cock inside another drunk woman
I'm like, 'alright! '
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?

She wants me to shag her
I ain't gonna shag her
fuck her
I'm doing the can-can man

I'm a summer boy
I wear deck shoes with no socks
I feel wrong I'm twisted
I'm a twat in a box
With no lid on top
And the spring's fucked
I hit women
I'm a bird beater
I guard my pathetic set of values
Like a deluded social phobe with no friends
And a chronic obsession with becoming a Beefeater

What's it like?
Sticking probes into boxes of dead chickens
Until 8 o'clock at night
What's it like?
Knowing you're just an average musician
And this is your shite life
What's it like?
Putting your cock inside another drunk woman
I'm like, 'alright! '
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?

I stick my fingers up
well look at me
I do the pogo
it's in the city
I stick my fingers up
look at me
I do the pogo
it's in the city
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?
What's it like?

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