The Elusive Clowns (Demo)
What's The Point?
Turns out I wasn't dyslexic,
No I was just a little bit thick.
Left school, became a builder,
Was hard work, that didn't work out,
Back to college, slightly more eager,
Who knew , I'd learn a thing or two.
Sometimes, try to cheat the system,
Don't hate the player, hate the game.
I don't see the fucking point!
I Just don't see the fucking point.
Wake up bout to quart t seven,
Same shit, just another day.
Going blind, an' back’s near broke,
Getting old, what a bloody joke.
Eyes on clock, it's draggin' slow,
Oh no, still got hours to go,
And by the way, let's not mention,
More bills and shit to pay.
Life's a game, we all gotta play it.
But yet again, it can be right shit.
An sometimes, I start thinking,
What's life's about, and why am I ere'
I only wanna earn a bob or two,
But tax mans here to screw me and you,
So why do we all bloody bother?
When the systems a cheat and a robber!
Aggro
(Dog barking)
Will someone shut that bloody dog up,
Trying to write a chuffin song ere'
Can't hear myself fucking think!
Jesus Christ!
There's bother next door again,
Only asked 'can throw our ball back then',
He muttered something under his breath,
You'd think I asked him for a fight til death.
He glared right through me eyes like stone,
Wish I'd just left that ball alone.
The air hangs thick with feud,
So I told him 'just chill out dude'
There's bother down our street again,
Someone's nicked me wheelie bin,
Young lads in huddies, up to summut,
Caught on camera, one punched in stomach.
Some kid filming on his iPhone,
Worlds worst fight with a traffic cone.
Only takes a tweet to go viral,
Next thing, it's a downward spiral.
There's bother in the world again,
Saw it on the news at ten.
It's kicking off, all over nuffin,
Looks to me like there all bluffin.
Can't we all get on and agree?
Are they all mad, or is it just me?
Our leader, seems like but of a loon,
But maybe not as bad as Kim Jong Un.
Cause a stir,
What might occur,
Lines get blurred,
What the fucks up now?
There's always bloody aggro, everywhere I look
Stories taken straight out of a war torn book.
Always fucking aggro everywhere I seem to look
Have a coke and a smile, and shut the fuck up.
There's always aggro, aggro-va-tion.
Too Hot For England
Oh it's too hot for England are you kidding me?
I think I like it better when it's minus two or three.
I see that Gretta thunburg, she's been back on TV
Maybe she's a point though, never been this sweaty.
I thought this was England, wez the drizzle an' grey?
Now it's factor fifty, every single day.
No ice in the freezer and me fans on strike.
Even dogs knackered, mate, this ain't right!
Oh it's too hot for England, too hot for me,
Shirts off in Tesco, blokes turning red.
Me gardens looking thirsty, burnt to a crisp.
Where's all the rain it's a sunbeam attack.
Back To Yorkshire
w' born in York, then moved to Bradford,
Dint reckon much, it w' full of deadwood
I moved to Donny, for quite a stretch.
Was pretty sound up until I left.
Headed south and a bit to the west,
Was always gonna be, a bit of a test.
All too posh and a pint cost a tenner
The sort of place that might suit Bruce Jenner!
I'm coming back, back to Yorkshire
Yeah I'm coming back, I think I oughta.
I'm coming back, back to Yorkshire,
Yeah I'm coming back, I bloody oughta.
Wi that said I quite like Cheltenham,
Made me wanna strum, with me plectrum.
Say what ya like bout north/south divider,
Ya wear white socks and crocks, drinking cider,
An' chasing cheese, down that bloody hill,
Must be safer ways, to get a thrill?
I think there's spies, but dunno who,
Well you know, what with GCHQ!