[Verse 1]

I just got my head kicked in

Tryna buy a bit of smoke

Cause my face didn’t look the way it should have when I paid him

Drank 6 tins, just to get the head straight

Pulla straight, spittin' in the cold

Wish I had have bate him

Patience

Had the bookie bet and then I went and got notions

Had to cheat the dealer got my nose bust open

Fed up of the system still broken

Tried to open up and people took it like a joke then

Fed up of the “My da’d punch 'round your da”

If I ever found mine I’d

Punch him 'round for ya

Dwellin' on the past

Got my present in a corset

Pony on the dashboard

Bookie bound, floor it

Life’s that thing that ya do when ya can’t face pintin'

Head up in a bucket, teeth grindin'

Tried to buzz a buddy

Better luck I’d strike lightning

They all settled down or moved out or quit fighting

[Chorus]

Are you an expat? Sell patsy?

Have a da that’s a keyboard Nazi?

You could be the big shot, 'round campus

Help gentrify the flats to the Hamptons

You could try the house share, try rentin'

Bit of money for the landlord’s pension

Heads are gonna roll soon, no warning

This town’s not dead it’s just dormant

Are you an expat? Sell patsy?

Have a da that’s a keyboard Nazi?

You could be the big shot, 'round campus

Help gentrify the flats to the Hamptons

You could try the house share, try rentin'

Bit of money for the landlord’s pension

Heads are gonna roll soon, no warning

My town’s not dead it’s just dormant

[Verse 2]

Now the corpos knockin' down the flats

Just to build a few gaffs

Just to fill 'em with some triple barrel surnames

Door frame wouldn’t fit the halo on your head

Tell ya butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth 'round your way

Wanna be a real big deal like Christ or Brexit

Give the mission statement no one gets it

Restless

Made a bit of money

Not enough to live from it

Just enough that all my buddies think I’m gonna get the next drink

Call, don’t text it

Message all cryptic

“When you coming up I wanna duck and watch Netflix”

Aww wait, fixed it

Had it in predictive

Walkin' 'round the city with my mug up in her necklace

Risque texts from the pub relentless

Gee-eyed, squintin' at the screen like sent it

When I get big, Imma ditch this kip

Big swig for the minute getting sick up on the exit