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Artist: The Holloways
Canonical path: /the-holloways/fuck-ups
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Fuck Ups
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Fuck Ups
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Look, here comes another man with another sorry story to tell
And you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to Hell
Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same
This altruistic culture ...
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone
But you're gonna bury me with your total misery
And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor
Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's
And he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-on
Not that he'd ever get a chance to use it
Women are intelligent and he is stupid
Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery away
And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says,
"My family's gonna take over this council estate
If we keep on giving birth at this rate
I could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five
And I will be clad in Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive,
I don't care if I'm dead or alive."
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up
A lot is going wrong, you'd better sing along
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up
(You fucked up fuck ups!)
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