1. |
See a Doctor
04:10
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Alright!
Holy shit when I woke up today
My teeth are falling out and hair’s turning grey
Stumbled to the bathroom to take a dump
Only to find a worrying lump
Fuck knows what I took last night
There’s only blood where there should have been shite
Feel the parasites in my brain
Wiggle and worming driving me insane
You got it, we got it
See a Doctor, see a doctor
Holy shit this cancer’s grown
There’s only one place to go
Ha ahh
See a doctor
See a doctor
Sterile table is where I lay
Legs in stirrups, ass on display
The tests prove without a doubt
In a few short hours i’ll be checking out
Fuck it, I’m outta here, there ain't no cure
I’ll be in the pub till I hit the floor
The pulsing parasites in my brain
Bring me back to life to party again
You got it, we got it
See a Doctor, see a doctor
Holy shit this cancer’s grown
There’s only one place to go
Ha ahh
You got it, we got it
See a Doctor, see a doctor
Holy shit this cancer’s grown
There’s only one place to go
Ha ahh
You’ve got it
We’ve got it
You’ve got it
We’ve got it
You’ve got it
We’ve got it
Who’s got it
You got it
You got it
We got it
You got it
We got it
You got it
We got it
You got it
Holy fuckballs
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
See a doctor
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2. |
Food Envy
03:20
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Food Envy!
Friday night
Get off the grind
Out with friends to wine and dine
Menu packed with food to eat
What to choose?
What to eat?
Shit!
What have I done?!
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
Food’s coming
Left and right
Your mind can’t feed on just the sight
Ask your friend for a taste
He’s looking full
Don’t let it waste
Shit!
What have I done!?
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
I’ve eaten plenty
I’ve still got food envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
Sit and dream
What could have been
Your dinner just ain't what it seems
Regret and wine
Fill your mind
You’ll make a better choice next time
Shit!
What have I done!?
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
You’ve got
Food Envy
I’ve eaten plenty
I’ve still got food envy
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3. |
Psychic Master
04:32
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Changing your perception of it
Accused of Russian interference
But you’ll never see me coming
Mind leaves no fingerprints
Psychic master
Concentrate the power
Psychic master
Your brains I will devour
Psychic master
Concentrate the power
Psychic master
Your brains I will devour
I have psychic powers
I can read your mind
I have psychic powers
Your passwords are all mine
I can bend a spoon with my brain
I can drive a sane man insane
The power of my mind knows no bounds
If your dare to stick around you’ll be wiped out
I know what you’re thinking
Pick a number, number 4
But this ain't no party trick
Illuminati master, bitch
Psychic master
Concentrate the power
Psychic master
Your brains I will devour
Psychic master
Concentrate the power
Psychic master
Your brains I will devour
I have psychic powers
I can read your mind
I have psychic powers
Your passwords are all mine
I can bend a spoon with my brain
I can drive a sane man insane
The power of my mind knows no bounds
If your dare to stick around you’ll be wiped out
Psychic master
Concentrate the power
Psychic master
Your brains I will devour
Psychic master
Concentrate the power
Psychic master
Your brains I will devour
I have psychic powers
I can read your mind
I have psychic powers
Your passwords are all mine
I can bend a spoon with my brain
I can drive a sane man insane
The power of my mind knows no bounds
If your dare to stick around you’ll be wiped out
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4. |
Wash Your Fucking Pots
03:16
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You can’t say, it’s not your turn today
And pray I’m gonna deal with it
There’s a pile on side, must be three feet high
Now it smells like shit
The pasta on your plate has gone out of date
How did you manage that?
Your bowl of oats and wheat has turned to concrete
Complete and utter twat
Why don’t you wash the fucking pots?
It’s not hard, it’s not hard
Why don’t you wipe the fucking sides?
Try and hide, try and hide
There’s a mince pie sitting on the side, now we’re in
August
I wouldn’t normally mind, but it’s grown in size
And now it’s registered to vote
Custard stalactites not a pretty sight but now they’re load bearing
There’s a shit in the corner from the previous owner
Now it’s contributing rent
Why don’t you wash the fucking pots?
It’s not hard, it’s not hard
Why don’t you wipe the fucking sides?
Try and hide, try and hide
I cry
Every time I walk in the kitch
Now die
Under the weight of my passive aggressive post-it notes
Why don’t you wash the fucking pots?
It’s not hard, it’s not hard
Why don’t you wipe the fucking sides?
Try and hide, try and hide
Why don’t you wash your fucking
Why don’t you wash your fucking
Why don’t you wash your fucking pots
Why don’t you wash your fucking
Why don’t you wash your fucking
Why don’t you wash your fucking pots
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5. |
Ghosts of Ikea
04:03
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I went in for a bath mat
So I only packed light
Four hours in
The lights went dim
So I set up camp
Between the bathrooms and the desk lamps
I chowed down on wax fruit
When I ran out of snack food
The creative space
Leaves you out of place
Don’t stray from the path
There’s no coming back
I first realised
That I’d met my demise
When I saw my face
On a picture on the bookcase
I'm the ghost of Ikea
Stockholm syndrome
I’m the ghost of Ikea
Never going home
Flatpack
Flatpack
Now I’m departed
Let’s get the party started
I’ll feed the deceased
A swedish meatball feast
It’s not bad being dead
When you’re fucking with the flatpack
I’ll never be lonely
In a place so homely
I'm the ghost of Ikea
Stockholm syndrome
I’m the ghost of Ikea
Never going home
Flatpack
Flatpack
I'm the ghost of Ikea
Stockholm syndrome
I’m the ghost of Ikea
Never going home
Flatpack
Flatpack
Tiny allen wrench
Check
Small pot of glue
Check
Sixteen dowel
Check
You know what to do
No
I'm the ghost of Ikea
Forgotten soul
I’m the ghost of Ikea
Never going home
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6. |
Incorrect Item
03:37
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No eye contact, no idle chat
It’s time to automate
Your robot till don't food shame me
Because all I brought is a ton of cheese
And 20 cans of Irn Bru
Incorrect item in the bagging area
Don’t you worry, honey, help is on it’s way
Don’t need a bag today, ‘cus I brought my own from home
A store assistant saves the day
It’s all so quick, until you hit a glitch
The store assistants gone away
Reduced to clear my biggest fear
And bakery I don’t go near
It’s just too hard
Incorrect item in the bagging area
Don’t you worry, honey, help is on it’s way
Don’t need a bag today, ‘cus I brought my own from home
A store assistant saves the day
Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item
Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item
Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item
Incorrect, incorrect incorrect item
How could you get it so wrong
How could it take so long
I want my basket aisle back
I brought my, I brought my own bag
Incorrect item in the bagging area
Incorrect item in the bagging area
Don’t you worry, honey, help is on it’s way
Don’t need a bag today, ‘cus I brought my own from home
A store assistant saves the day
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7. |
I Shit Liver
03:56
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I shit liver!
Caught be the wheel
Drags you by the heel
Turns you into something your not
Bow your head in shame
Work you little slave
Grind you little fucking cog
Counting down the days
Till you can escape
Weekend’s nearly in sight
Hearty meal of liver
Will make your body quiver
For what's to come
Bottoms up, down the hatch
Take a piss, keep drinking
Clear the shot, another glass
I shit liver
Late bar, air guitar
Don’t stop drinking
Play some Quo, neck a pint
I shit liver
Your round, pour it down
Traffic cone, fuck off home
Hit the ground, upside down
I shit liver
Drank too much jagerbombs
Cannot tell when i’ve had enough
Drank too much jagerbombs
I shit liver
Searching for a meaning
Just ask yourself the reason
Why you’re caught in this rut
Gonna plant the seed
That liver and onions is all you need
Sitting in your gut
Counting down the days
Waste your life away
There is no escape
Hearty meal of liver
Will make your body quiver
For what's to come
Bottoms up, down the hatch
Take a piss, keep drinking
Clear the shot, another glass
I shit liver
Late bar, air guitar
Don’t stop drinking
Play some Quo, neck a pint
I shit liver
Your round, pour it down
Traffic cone, fuck off home
Hit the ground, upside down
I shit liver
Drank too much jagerbombs
Cannot tell when i’ve had enough
Drank too much jagerbombs
I shit liver
Let’s keep drinking
To stop ourselves thinking
Why we’re caught in this rut
Let’s keep drinking
Just keep on drinking
Drink all we’ve got
Alight, if you’re listening
I want to hear you sing this next one with me
Are you ready?
Bottoms up, down the hatch
Take a piss, keep drinking
Clear the shot, another glass
I shit liver
Late bar, air guitar
Don’t stop drinking
Play some Quo, neck a pint
I shit liver
Your round, pour it down
Traffic cone, fuck off home
Hit the ground, upside down
I shit liver
Drank too much jagerbombs
Cannot tell when i’ve had enough
Drank too much jagerbombs
I shit liver
I shit liver
You shit liver
We shit liver
Obey the liver
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