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We have some deep and pressing issues Life's a
strain, we go against the
grain They don't help us and they wonder why we sell cocaine I'll probably join the
twenty-seven club like Kurt Cobain Winehouse an' Hendrix-we're one and the
same Albert said my death'll be my claim to fame So I
knock back cans of K
to help me on my way (Yeah) I
watch Sky News to see what's happening today (Uh) But it's always the
same (Uh), nothing seems to ever change (Uh) Politicians tryna' do us up the
arse again That dirty cunt David Cameron still working brain (Slags) They're putting taxes up and making cuts, and shifting blame They rinse our cash on their expense accounts, they've got no shame As the
youth up-rising, youtes are rioting, looting, burning, fighting Don't know why you find it so surprising (Yeah, yeah) The
promise of free shit to a
broke kid's just too exciting (Yeah) Plus the
feds are frightened (Uh), everyone's now realising (Uh) You say you blame the
parents? I
say don't be such a
cunt It's not just shitty dads and mums that make them turn to drugs and guns We need education (Uh), not social segregation I
thought equality was the
foundation of our great nation It seems it's just a
load of bollocks to keep the
poor patient They're so full of shit: it's verbal defecation We need money to live; not an Olympic stadium They're all a
bunch of pricks and so are the
fucking pigs (Yeah) Tripled uni fees, stopped EMA like it was cool All that says to me is you don't want poor kids to go to school (Yeah) I
knew that shit like this would happen under Tory rule I
should have voted but they're all the
same so fuck em' all Violence started 'cause you killed a
man in cold blood Said it was a
shoot-out? He didn't fire a
slug Left four kids with no father, that's wrong They're growing up so angry, the
cycle carries on My dreams are celestial Success is infinitesimal Had chances but I
messed it all I
feel like I
never got blessed at all (Yeah) Behaviour is unacceptable Mum said go church, confess it all But I
bet my left testicle: I
wouldn't make it through the
vestibule I
shot pills at festivals Kids eat them up like Festivals So morally objectionable I
prey on who's susceptible Just tryna to move my decimals Ain't trying to make bare decibels Past got me acting sensible Sniffing seems nonsensical Crash should have made me a
vegetable (Uh) But the
devil made me invincible And damn near un-arrestable (Yeah), so there's no need to be respectable But best of all: gave me the
voice to address you all Stood here back against the
wall Solo but with friends to call My art's conceptual (Yeah) Some say unconventional I
say I'm individual, and high of coke residual (Hah) But everyone's so critical and so fucking analytical But that's sort of hypocritical, considering The
last verse I
was spitting in The
pile of drugs that I'm sitting in Free speech God bless Britain-n Give me super kings, give me Virilin King size slims, some red string, got a
white ting Real pale skin, call her Marilyn She's the
one I
see my self marrying, love the
extra weight that she's carrying We get the
bricks from Bogotá Mad sick like we had Cholera Get rid of the
ball like Kolarov Pipe's burning like a
Molotov Man talk about it but they're gassed up just like the
Sorry to be so coarse but, I
got to get my message across, cause
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