From the new album 'To The Moon' - available from Bandcamp: http://popesofchillitown.com
Also on iTunes: http://apple.co/1EtlL2w
Video credit: Craig Cassie/The Snare
I get violent every single time I leave the house.
The red mist descends and I get my fists out.
Your faults I could list them, well a man of my years and all my wisdom and I’ve seen it all before and I don’t mean to sound so boring. Did I end up bitter and twisted? I blame my flaws on the system. Out on the piss, I miss my kids. The truth is that I don’t give a shit. My brain is full of hate crimes from the mailonline.com and telly in the daytime. Anybody know if I’m joking? No! Habitual epiphanist, I get a bit Phil Mitchell when I raise my fists.
Do as I say, but not as I do, cos you don’t know anything about nothing do you?
I’m a cashlessness converter. When I’m on it, my wallet never heard of inertia. Dear Sir/Madam sit down, have a whip-around. I drink gin then I sing. This country’s going backwards. Why the fuck do I pay my taxes? I could be lying on my back just strapped to a mattress. When he answer the phone like “who dis?” My goodness, what’s with the rudeness! Champagne when I wanna. Gonna state my case with a face full of doner. Come the dawn of the morning it’s the same cos we all fall down the same way.
Just wait til your father comes home and shows you the back of his hand. Cos he promises all that you are is nothing compared to a real man.