How long am i gonna stand
if i start licking my ass
the bridges that have fired me now
are built and that's how old they are
I am so bloody bored within me
I have no doubt

And I like to pick a winner
if that's a Brummie, i don't understand
you can see these only fonts
and only fonts are typewrited

All that shite is all so old
and I can't be so freakish now
Oooooooh

so shite comes flying up the speed of sound
so i can be so lonely now
your life comes flying up from the toilets now
and i can't see it that you wont be long
and i can't see it that you wont be long

You're half funny than i've ever seen
Me in honey or you in my land
the Manchester boys have been drunk now
you can see the Chinese flag back there now
the buildings you used to see
are fucked off now all to Heaven
you can be so really mad and i be readymade

All the lights and all my lands
All these spaces i can find

And shite comes flying out the speed of sound
to show if I can be real good
your bands come flying up from the 90s
and Collective Soul can understand
oh, 'Shine' used to be my real ringtone

Please be aware that i'm good at my museli
Some get bad and something gets wilder than Russians

So shite comes flying from the speed of sound
I listen to my own arse
And shite comes flying from the underground
but if i can see it, that i be very fair
and if i can see it, then you be very fair