Well same old Bobby, same old beat Well yeah they got nothing on me The same old cars, same old streets But yeah they got nothing on me And easy come and easy go Well yeah I'm sure I told you so Well they just want you for your dough Man I'm sure I told you so And with your dead-end job That's been eating away your life You feel a little inside The trouble and strife And now you spend your evenings Searching for another life And yeah I think, mate I think you've got them in your sights
Well, easy easy There's no need to take that tone Well easy I'm on the telephone Man just leave us alone
Ow no I should've kept my receipts Cause the sandwich I bought Yeah it's been off for a week And 'low Tesco's stealing my money When positivity seems hard to reach I keep my head down and my mouth shut Cause if you going through hell We just keep goingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
