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
Concrete wraps around
Low budget airlines and the sounds of people walking quickly
Where the sand won'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 illicit a response
There's nothing I love more than the sound of my own voice
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 the Jason in your damned 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 heard it's slimming
Sometimes I go Up North but only to take pictures
And me and my friends only ever 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
That building wasn't there the other day
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
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