There's More Where That Came From - makeshift scoundrel
Channel: makeshift scoundrel
Date: 2019-05-19

Snuffgod & Godless
Track 11
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lyrics:
I’m the waste of space behind the orchestra. 
I got bored and I saw her, so ordered her a tall lemonade with them fake umbrellas. 
Well, she left half. I squeezed out a laugh and depart from the park where romance sparked. 
Well I jumped in my dad’s car, butterflied tummy. 
A mop hair year 3, basically married. 
I got class, in the mother fucking bundles.
Quite clearly, you’re slipping son stumble down hallways at school. 
Late for lessons, though it’s pretty cool to be late I think, 
I don’t care when I care bout not caring. 
Think a frowns about the only thing I got worth sharing 
So wear better than the tie that I threw round neck as mum shouts at me 
As I crawl out a bed, look appalling, 
A nocturnal wild boy found dead in the morning.
Thought his parents wouldn’t go round mourning.
Woke up in the maths with report cards reporting 
See a yob and I think he needs a hug. 
I say that from experience.
I’m a qualified menace, I’ve been looked at by the pissed elderly enough to know about dependence. 
And do the macarana to cotton eye joy cause the bright sugar sticks hit me heavy. 
They looking at me funny with half eyed side glance. 
I probably thought the fancy feet had got em in a love trance.
Think we all know it plays a little factor.
As I hypnotise all of the jesters and actors.

She looks good then,
I look grotesque.
I did my hair good, 
She didn’t notice.
Well she makes me feel this kinda way, and I hate that we like it, hate me I’m beside it 
School drama, 
And "yeah, we’re just mates."
She gives him attitude,
On Maccie D dates.
And he’s only taller and cooler ya see? 
What is a girlfriend? Who needs one? I’m free! 
I’m just an ard don
I got no need for love,
I got no need for smiles, 
I got no need for hugs, 
Why does nobody love me?
My mates a pint now, 
I gotta find her, 
Over this, clug clug on my cider. 
He’s beside her,
I’m a fighter,
Scrap with the boys in the warm street lights ugh.

Messed around by CAHMS and I think that I’m tough. 
Got aces up my sleeves, they’re trying stop the royal flush.
So they confiscate the pencil sharpener.
You solved the problem, many thank ya.
King of the excuses, not a massive fan of truces,
Quite evidently by his fist and their uses, 
Maybe spare me all the details, said his mum in reception.
I was talking with a man in a suit and a sad face, 
About the altercation and I sat there in my place.
Study up his wall to avoid eye contact and I slogged out apologies. 
Sorry me thinks that it’s better if we drop it all together, 
He can sit in his place, yeah, that’s probably a forever ting. 
It's not like I’m complaining. 
And she walked out, as the good ones tend to.
All I wanted was my first fucking cuddle. 
And I got scene about adult issues in a drama novel, 
Life’s a doddle with a hormone as your best mate.
And we’ll take any scraps that we get yeah, we'll take em. 
Don’t mean to be rude but I do, ha ha. 
And I got a 42 pound in my bank account, 
Finically stable is an understatement, 
Wait,
Wait wait wait wait then. 
I’m a train wreck,
Spare a quid, my friend. 
Well ya scum learn the basics, 
It takes us a good five to get em all to hate us. 
Chase us in silly hats with the bats 
And we’ll fling ourselves over gates is one them high speed races.

She looks good then,
I look grotesque.
I did my hair good, 
She didn’t notice.
Well she makes me feel this kinda way, and I hate that we like it, hate me I’m beside it 
School drama, 
And "yeah, we’re just mates."
She gives him attitude,
On Maccie D dates.
And he’s only taller and cooler ya see? 
What is a girlfriend? Who needs one? I’m free! 
I’m just an ard don
I got no need for love,
I got no need for smiles, 
I got no need for hugs, 
Why does nobody love me?
My mates a pint now, 
I gotta find her, 
Over this, clug clug on my cider. 
He’s beside her,
I’m a fighter,
Scrap with the boys in the warm street lights ugh.

Ha ha ha ha
For all the boys with their eyes black,
For all the pros in their suits,
Lasses and yutes.
Corner shop shut its windows,
Never open again.
We've all got a sob tale in the pocket and the wallet,
Call it choking with friends.
And I look at myself in the mirror sometimes,
"That not me, no, not surely."
Ha, I wish not.
I wish not.
For the boys then.
Boys get thinner.
And I got my fresh kicks on and I roll up to the crib like 
Wooo wooo wooo.
Ha ha.
Live a little bit.
Ha, ay. 1, 2, 3, 
And I can't count higher but that's alright
Cause I’m bigger than life,
Yeah, I’m larger than life,
But that’s alright.
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