If I want to sit in and super tenants in the day I will No-one's going to fucking tell me But can you rely on in this world? No you can't, it's not my fault there's to wall empty cans
Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the It's fucked up a mans life, can just be attacked Watching morning with a beer is much better relying on Unknown for mates I was given that don't have my back
texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me But I layed it telling him to fuck right off chap Phoned company out the yellow pages Told them to away the TV and fix it quick snap
The next day they took away the TV and me They'd repair the little bit that's broken round on the I thought that would be but the next bit was on top This was where it all started to get a bit out of
No-one gives a about Mike that's why I'm acting nasty You know what you can do with your life, it up your jacksie 'Coz no-one a crap about Mike that's why I'm acting nasty You know what you can do with your life, it up your jacksie
The TV man comes back later, knocks on To say he's found something in the of the TV I'm at it absolutely speechless quite believe he's trying to pull this fucking stunt on me
I knew it was a simple case of the power supply gone on the But trying to tap me up for more money He says it's not that and I'm like, "Fuck off and die" And up my two fingers and one more to make three
He say's, "Don't talk to me that" and I don't understand Face is in his and I tell him I understand perfectly And he grabs my shirt and I grab his with my hand So he brings his fist up and twats me a good one on my
Now I'm trying to pull his head down so I can knee it but he's got my ear He's twisting it round so much that it's really me And we both go down on the floor and he my head back Onto the corner of the fridge which is agony
Then he gets up and runs out the and out of the door Shouting stuff to me, the door shoutin' to me So here I am in my house, drinking on my own Everyone's a cunt in this life, no-one's for me
No-one gives a crap Mike that's why I'm acting nasty You know what you can do with your life, introduce it up your 'Coz no-one gives a crap Mike that's why I'm acting nasty You know you can do with your life, introduce it up your jacksie
If I want to sit in and drink super in the day I will No-one's going to tell me Jack But can you rely on anyone in this No you can't, it's all my fault there's wall to wall empty
I sat in the kitchen all off Imagining and over what they're all doing behind my back Dodgy things on, actions I regretted bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the matt
Scott texted me me he'll have a look at the TV for me And I felt like telling him to fuck right off chap But what he said about wanting to do the right thing by both And then to stay out, it seemed to match
But I's told him he could make it up by the TV He said the least he could do to square things flat I thought would be that but then the next bit was mad is where everything started to all turn back
The end of the I did not want to end of hard times to come But something that was not to be is done And is the start of what was
He had to unscrew about fifteen before he could Pull the panel off the back to get in the thing But just as he did so, he he saw something That slipped behind the panel, down the back of it
Must have been some leaflets or a maybe I didn't to lose the bill in case it was a final warning So we both to get the back off and work out If there was any more screws to get out or if we any in
And he looked down the back of the TV, his eyes just froze Before he his hand in saying, "No shit" He's looking at me speechless He can't quite what he's trying to pull out the slip
I get up wondering what smiling about He's shaking his head at point with the biggest of grins I down the back of the TV and that's where it was In all glory, my thousand quid
The end of the I did not want to end Beginning of hard to come But something that was not meant to be is And is the start of what was
About 2 this afternoon the of the people left my house 'Coz never stop chattin' till all the rackets gone I really feel like things clicked into place at some Or it's the fact that me and Alison really got on
Or maybe that I realized that it is true No-one's there fighting for you in the last garrison No-one except yourself that is, no-one you You are the one who's got back 'til the last deeds done
Scott can't have my till the absolute end 'Coz he's got to look out for what over his He's gotta to sure he's not lonely, not broke It's to worry about keeping his own head above
I shut the behind me, huddled up in my coat floating off my breath, squinted out the sun My jeans feel a bit tight, think I them a bit too high I was gonna be late, so I picked up my to run
The end of the something I did not to end of hard times to come But something that was not to be is done And this is the start of was ...