Win The Lottery, Kick The Fuck Out Of Your House Songtext
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It's the front of the queue
It's not the Eastern Front
In through the out door, list of demands
You know they'll never fucking
Sell what you want
Take a trip across the street
And buy something fucking stupid to eat
Don't act the new age cunt in this newsagent
This place was always ace
It's not the Eastern Front
In through the out door, list of demands
You know they'll never fucking
Sell what you want
Take a trip across the street
And buy something fucking stupid to eat
Don't act the new age cunt in this newsagent
This place was always ace
It's fucking you that's the disaster
Hey
There is no ultimatum here
It's just a word in your ear
It's just a simple way of saying
We see you
We've been following you for a week or two
And we're seeing the ties
Between your great aunt's lies
And the stupid fucking things that you do
It's just a lack of self awareness
And a sheltered sense of fairness
And with your purple face
In my personal space
Gets me so cheesed off
I could gas the both of us
Hey
There is no ultimatum here
It's just a word in your ear
It's just a simple way of saying
We see you
We've been following you for a week or two
And we're seeing the ties
Between your great aunt's lies
And the stupid fucking things that you do
It's just a lack of self awareness
And a sheltered sense of fairness
And with your purple face
In my personal space
Gets me so cheesed off
I could gas the both of us
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