liveable shit
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and walked. so i got in this morning
and he walked out the cubicle
i get it and it's same time
and it glides through the air
it's been pacified by 10 yards of fresh air
and the gnarly fucking arseholes that gather
no balls to do anything apart from slither
mixed in with knowledge and no localism
just fake accents knicked from someone posh they might have met
gestures of violence to anyone that can't see or hear them
like three months of rain
nobody likes a fucking tory reign
the prime minister's face hanging in the clouds like gary oldman's dracula
as keanu reeves drove up to the fucking castle
like the gears on a bus if you're sat at the back
so now i don't dream of anything
i just wait for it to turn up
it's the atmosphere around here
made me worry about the streets behind me
the grass is always greener
and end up in a posh cemetery in paris
you fucking. liveable shit