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Forgive me Father for I have sinned I ain't religious but I've got faith in my friends And they're all sending it every fuckin' weekend Fuck what the other one said Fuck what the government says I'm gon' wake up in my bed I'm gon' stop feeling so dead Toastin' my bread Covered in butter and butter and butter and butter and marmite I'm watchin' the telly This uttering, spluttering nutter who's running our country is all shite, alright You can love it or hate it (I hate it) When they lie to your face (Why you lying?) And cover it up And it leaves a bad taste Top of the food chain, unanimous vote Watch how the mood change when the planet is broke Animals manage to handle it We all just wanna dismantle it Candlelit dinner for two and I'm looking at you But I'm talking the apple, the Ad of it Fuck it, I'll tell you this Eve Just wanna breathe, just wanna leave Wanna punch everyone lying through teeth Best believe that the feelings won't go Songtexte They never tell us 'til we need to know (Need to know) I guess it's easy for some people when their feelings don't show Said they weren't leaving, then they leave to go (Leave to go) I get the feelings in the evenings and the feelings won't go Chin up, wave goodbye Sit up, forget the lies Get drunk, now's the time Now's the time for feelings and to really let go Catch me just sitting at home Sat in the zone Original nutter like UK Apache Like Itchy and Scratchy alone Anakin, panicking, end of attack of the clones Rackin' my brain for a couple of answers Country is run by a couple of chancers Hold me closer tiny dancer Somebody give me a hug Red box, blue box, who? Who you gonna give a chance, who votes who? What's the point in ticking one if you don't too? [?] Looking at what's here in front of me (Front of me) The good and the bad and the ugly (Ugly) Say your goodbyes to economy (Goodbye) Money for nothing but novelty policies, honestly They never tell us 'til we need to know (Need to know) I guess it's easy for some people when their feelings don't show Said they weren't leaving, then they leave to go (Leave to go) I get the feelings in the evenings and the feelings won't go Chin up, wave goodbye Sit up, forget the lies Get drunk, now's the time Now's the time for feelings and to really let go Uh, I'm thinking it's done (I'm thinking it's done) I don't think that I'll miss you (Nah) I remember a time [?] protected but that ain't the issue (That ain't the issue) And it's all in the past (All in the past) I'm tryna consider the future I ook in the eyes of my nieces And now more than ever, my choices are crucial (Crucial) And I'm done with pretending (Done with pretending) Don't care if you're clocking us (Nah) Your actions are ominous All of us, sick of believing your promises You've never been one with us (We Christopher Wallace's) You're moving like David but in your offices (We're feeling a shift) The tables are turning, it's giving us confidence They never tell us 'til we need to know (Need to know) I guess it's easy for some people when their feelings don't show Said they weren't leaving, then they leave to go (Leave to go) I get the feelings in the evenings and the feelings won't go Who's the person behind the mask? Do we even need to ask? 'Cause right now, it's a fight now There's a man behind the farce On both sides of the pond Hair of blonde, voices of stupidity It's almost perfect symmetry You better wave that wand Here's the bumbling fools they tell us are our leaders Hiding behind the face of a clown The sad face behind the laugh When clearly he's not up to the task We're looking for greener grass Greener pastures, our mouths aware of these Mass-produced linen plasters Young ones watch loved ones die Some shit we never asked for Sat in the ambulance, revel in the ambience Whilst they blame the Orient Defamatory laboratories, whatever sells the biggest story Fake news, we sing the blues The blue of the NHS logo shines true Constant uphill struggle, Sam and Frodo From Soho, New York to London, Soho Changing times, hate crimes shake the system Fate will decide, late to the prize Was trapped in iso Too much pasta, too much rice though Sick get sicker, old get colder Top of the pile versus back of the folder [?] soldier, civilian or solider You carry me, I'll carry you We'll run from that boulder Throw anything at us, we'll face it, I don't care Even when they tell us the only truth on a need to know basis 'Cause the virus ain't racist or a bigot or a sexist The virus is the leader who ain't showing us the exit, shh Aus Songtexte Mania