Seventeen

You're only twenty nine
Gotta lot to learn,
But when your mummy dies
She will not return

We like noise it's our choice
If's what we want to do,
We don't care about long hair
I don't wear flares

See my face not a trace
No reality,
Oh I don't work, I just paint
That's all I need

I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm so lazy

I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm so lazy

I can't even be bothered
Lazy
Lazy