I'm talking cheap shop gangsters
Pranksters, ankle-biting hamsters
Fresh boots and rented suits
Four pints in and hurling abuse
Walking 'round town, I'm in astound
Fake tan pouters lurking around and
I don't mean to be so cynical
But with these losers, violence is typical
Don't you know that's John Roy?
The hardest man in the convoy
All I see with my eyes is
John Roy loves Peaky Blinders
Trust you ain't going places
Just lost all your dough at the races
Normally, I can ignore it
But tonight, my patience can't withdraw it
Now, now, now
It's gonna take more tonight to bring me down
I got a feeling
Now, now, now
This place is full of drunks and silly clowns
I got a feeling
Inspired by 4chan mafia
Yet these bozos get hypocapnia
Can't stand on their own two feet
So they take all their pain and they mix it in with beak
I always found it hard to fit in
I was just like them in a gang of toxic men
Deep down, I was never that guy
Looking back inside, I was living a lie
So sometimes I try to relate
Understand that ego is just checkmate
You just need a pin to deflate
And its okay, mucker, it's never too late
Shout out to the writers of Peaky Blinders
You inspired the new age of wankers
Now, now, now
It's gonna take more tonight to bring me down
I got a feeling
Now, now, now
This place is full of drunks and silly clowns
I got a feeling
Now, now, now
It's gonna take more tonight to bring me down
I got a feeling
Now, now, now
This place is full of drunks and silly clowns
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
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