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Dull Dull It's all dull Shadow sentences You look out Curbs, road paint, burned a mile You better look out Across the routine In town then out The flow of day should give way to night Time and off Four days on, seven off Work like fuck, top off No good news is all it is Few perks, try and live your life Fucking go berserk We are the cheap flights Looking at the Ferrari On show in duty-free Choice of two hundred car tickets From three pound fifty Bag of fags, fry 'em Falling out of rumbling cracks But not me I'm sick of the fat so far mixed in, mate, gluten free SongtexteTry scrolling down a website, the NME, without laughing I'll give you ten quid if you can keep a straight face Honestly, just fucking try it, mate Dull Dull Dull Dull Jump sticks roll around my hand Big screen airport stand Full flights, two-hour journey Big Bill [?], big fat Bernie Bernie Winters, rolex splinters Schnorbitz on the pole He's got his chappy hat Rescue dogs ain't fucking dull Like you, like me Let's do star jumps with white teeth [?] We don't sell our souls anymore, give it away for free "Please Please Me" Dead bingo Brexit loves that fucking Ringo Safe bet, all the oldies grope for death Strapped down, watched 'em, and stride fast Why not? You wanna kill people [?] No sweet [?], we should take the house and fuck 'em Why not? You wanna kill people [?] Dull Dull Dull Dull Timeline's in the bin All this fucking expert knowledge Slating the big guns Getting locked up like [?] On your keyboard, Evil Knievel How to win pens and scribble on people Essence of life, little worms and light up when you look at the sky Constellation, masturbation But that was said by me I don't fumble in my jungle I'm wanking free, born free Free's not right, that's not good Spend your life on fucking PornHub Black and orange, what'd you say? Sexy this and what a farce The reality of pinching too much arse Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Aus Songtexte Mania