And I've been thinking about going down south
Where the dust gets in your nose
And you can put your money where your mouth is
Tesco to Waitrose
From The Wyre to The Thames
Can't see my conscience in this muddy, muddy, muddy water
These buildings all look the same
The concrete wraps around the low budget airlines
And the sounds of people walking quickly
Where the sand can't get in your toes
Home of the lions and the hot, hot, hot weather
You're not a child anymore
Ask where the money goes to
The land was ablaze
It started to rain and I was back again
Drowning myself in sweat
And I think me and Kanye might still have sex
That building wasn't there the other day
I wonder what's inside it
Artificial lawn culture
Flattering angles
I say the same thing ten times to elicit a response
There's nothing I love more than the sound of my own voice
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By the blood of a Catholic
BMOT
I'm sorry
For being so narcissistic
People tell me what to say
I'm just a man
Robbie's gone
And I'm more than just a Jason in your damn, take that cover band
I wish I was like you
I've always wanted to go slumming
Compose myself of all vertical shapes
Because I've heard it's slimming
Sometimes I go up north but only to take pictures
And me and my friends only talk of making Richard richer
You're not a child anymore
Ask where the money goes to
The land was ablaze
It started to rain and I was back again
Drowning myself in sweat
And I think me and Kanye might still have sex
I swear that building wasn't there yesterday
What's inside it?
Artificial lawn culture
Flattering angles
I say the same thing ten times to illicit a response
There's nothing I love more than the sound of my own voice
In the morning