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Some fast junk food,
And cigarettes,
No exercise or unpaid debts…
Just some of things you didn’t do.

(God won’t be there at the bitter end…)

No big excess,

Killin' Time is nothing but a B-side
Let's not get our hopes up

Maybe in time, maybe if we tried a little harder

Is anybody listening? And I'm finding it hard to care anymore
Tell me that it's over

Job satisfaction,
I can't get no,
my head's about to blow the flat-packed furniture
And it's easy to find yourself alone with unpacked furniture

Why don't we find ourselves a home?
Cos money waits,
money waits for no man

Closer, closer, closer, closer, so you could film the fire but you melted. Closer, closer, closer, closer, so you could film the fire but you melted, melted. Film the fire, but you melted.

You were late for the audition, and that wasn't really ideal, ideal. And you died on your way to heaven, that wasn't ideal, ideal. I'll pull the cables out the back, 'til I hear the body crack. This studio, this studio wants their money back. You were casted for the lead role, it was gonna be ideal, ideal. You were gonna set the world alight, it would've been ideal. I'll pull the cables out the back, 'til I hear the body crack. This studio, this studio wants their money back.

And in playback she starts to think, "As funny as it seems this is real, oh, as funny as that seems", and now they're looking at me, fancy that, and I'm like, "Well, this is that scene". But you don't get it, you smile, you choke. Well, this film might be your last.

Closer, closer, closer, closer, so you could film the fire but you melted. Closer, closer, closer, closer, so you could film the fire but you melted, melted. Film the fire, but you melted. I'll pull the cables out the back, 'til I hear the body crack. This studio, this studio wants their money back. This studio, this studio wants their money back.

I honestly don't have a clue what im talking about,
This is a statement.

Im sorry for being so middle class
Spoilt little me ive got my head up my own ass
You've got your toys and ive got mine,
You keep your ak-47 ill keep my 4xwheel drive,

He'll tell you what night life is like, a block of flats
A chav on a bike, a psycho with an ice pick, a pint and a fight
Knives in adolescents all the God damn time
Knives in adolescents all the God damn time

You were such a pretty girl, pretty, pretty, pretty…

Since you went missing you're ink on a milk carton