Fuck Ups Letra

Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same

This altruistic culture ...

Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone

But you're gonna bury me with your total misery



And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill

... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't

Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor



Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's

And he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-on

Not that he'd ever get a chance to use it

Women are intelligent and he is stupid

Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery away



And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill

... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't

Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor



All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

I think they're killing me with their grim reality



Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says,

"My family's gonna take over this council estate

If we keep on giving birth at this rate

I could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five

And I will be clad in Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive,

I don't care if I'm dead or alive."



All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

I think they're killing me with their grim reality

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

A lot is going wrong, you'd better sing along

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up

(You fucked up fuck ups!)