Bomb Disposal - makeshift scoundrel
Channel: makeshift scoundrel
Date: 2019-05-19

Snuffgod & Godless
Track 2
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lyrics:
La la la la,
La la la la
La la la lalalalala,

God knows what’s going on with these days. 
Bit grown up. It's shirts and ties.
Roll your eyes to hats and his you ride on lonely Friday nights.
I’m not in the mood to talk bout anything if you're pissed on shandy.
Take those pointing fingers love and stick them right up your jacksie. 
Backseat driver, pure bread liar.
Not sure what has happened prior. 
Dire circumstance ensue, I assume she alludes to gloom. 
As always hallways drown with complaining and failing to say points you’re making.
The rich ain’t poor, that’s all I know.
Oh, foes of mine all duck down low. 
Hide rise from nowt, flash a smile directly at the girl I like, like who are you? And who am I?
Gravel kick, ground glued to eyes.
I went out like a light to an ensemble of sighs, not much more than that.
I’m back after a quick nap so relax watch the incarnate mishap. 

Said "boys get my back" and they did. 
Think I’m pretty damn suave with ten quid.
I’m a little tyrant, book The Ritz.
Calm me down, call the bomb disposal.
Like na man, you've had enough.
Why a buzzkill? I ain’t a had a drop.
If I ain’t started how could stop. 
Lock me up, call the bomb disposal 

Said "boys get my back" and they did. 
Think I’m pretty damn suave with ten quid.
I’m a little tyrant, book The Ritz.
Calm me down, call the bomb disposal.
Like na man, you've had enough.
Why a buzzkill? I ain’t a had a drop.
If I ain’t started how could stop. 
Lock me up, call the bomb disposal 

And surreal ideas of the sci fi breed spring into my mind from a test tube. 
Um guess who? 
Me, hard don, the largest in size.
You could devise my demise, but you'd still improvise,
As I turn the tides and say surprise,
Your eyes deceive or get hypnotised or blind by the seamless disguise,
Like brains are fried and vandalised as I mesmerise them. 

Well this is my cousins’ hand I think, but the scribbles are more frantic than usual. 
Never mind then, my dear.
Youth in a race for each other’s approval.
Oh, they won’t know if it’s my hand ha, switching up the font like a devil.
I bet they’ll notice due to my rulered lines never being close to the level. 

Said "boys get my back" and they did. 
Think I’m pretty damn suave with ten quid.
I’m a little tyrant, book The Ritz.
Calm me down, call the bomb disposal.
Like na man, you've had enough.
Why a buzzkill? I ain’t a had a drop.
If I ain’t started how could stop. 
Lock me up, call the bomb disposal 

Said "boys get my back" and they did. 
Think I’m pretty damn suave with ten quid.
I’m a little tyrant, book The Ritz.
Calm me down, call the bomb disposal.
Like na man, you've had enough.
Why a buzzkill? I ain’t a had a drop.
If I ain’t started how could stop. 
Lock me up, call the bomb disposal 
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