Tomorrow we'll take the dog for a walk
And in the afternoon then maybe we'll talk
I'll be exhausted so I'll probably sleep
And we'll get a Chinese and watch TV
Can't knock em out, can't walk away,
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say,
Just get out my face, just leave me alone,
And no you can't have my number,
"Why?"
Because I've lost my phone.
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause IÂ’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now IÂ’m not a saint but IÂ’m not a sinner
Now everything's cool as long as IÂ’m getting thinner
Fuck you, fuck you very very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch :)
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don't care about clever I don't care about funny
I want loads of clothes and truck loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them
Cut to the pub on a lads night out,
Man at the bar 'cause it was his shout,
Clocks this bird and she looks ok,
Caught him looking and she walks his way,
"Alright darlin, you gonna buy us a drink then?"
"Err no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend..."
She's got no taste hand on his waste, tries to pull away but her lips on his face,
"If you insist I'll have a white wine spritzer"
"Sorry love, but you ain't a pretty picture."
Can't knock 'em out, can't walk away,
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say,
Just get out my face, just leave me alone,
And no you cant have me number,
"Why?"
Because I've lost my phone.
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don't care about clever I don't care about funny
I want loads of clothes and truck loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them
I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
'Cause everyone knows that's how you get famous
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah I'm on to a winner
Life's about film stars and less about mothers
It's all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn't matter cause I'm packed in plastic
and that's what makes my life so fucking fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and its not my fault it's how I'm programmed to function
I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror
I'm on the right track, yeah I'm on to a winner
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission
Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I'm getting thinner
Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your missus
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?
Drinking tea in bed
Watching DVD's
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
when I was feeling down, you made that face you do
there's no one in the world that could replace you