certain people need to slow down
They're running loads of pounds,
fans it will get blown out
It seems like certain people
They're running loads of pounds
When the candle blow fans
Can you really see sinners
and that scene seems vicious
mean spirits fiending for riches
Me, I couldn't deal with it
I'd sooner be seen swimming
Wearing concrete slippers
It's wrong that I should feel privileged
When given a fleeting glimpse
of free living once my week's finished
Maybe I'm one of those weak quitters,
And only rest for 15 minutes,
Steady trying to keep diligent,
thinking of my annual beach visit
So ask me what I'm doing instead,
just scooping a bit of bread and butter
While pursuing interests,
I'm stupid as a foolish inbred
Used to sitting on a stoop
with a group of piss heads
But it's rare that my mood is intense
So accuse me while using a
Cause it's true that I'm a loser
with this future in shreds
But I produce a sick text
like a superhuman sixth sense
Observing life through a thick lens
thus preserving my longevity
It like certain people need to slow down
Sit in zone now but they don't
They're burning loads of pounds,
Burn the candle, woe fans,
It seems like certain people
They're burning loads of pounds,
Burn the candle, woe fans,
I'm craving spliff and hot food
But not more than pound a drink
A lot lost to the work drink,
Puzzle punters glugging jugs
always tugging at the purse strings
And now they're sloppy round the edges
it's just a casual pastime
just here to drink the bar dry
as they shrink into the dark night
as it's sinking with my last pint
We're on the brink of being
we're twisted by this farce life
I drifted in from last night,
thinking how it's a little bit odd
that we see time as a commodity
When if a man was lost at sea
Imprisoned by a prophecy,
upon accom plishment of odyssey
that only moved from one to three
Think about it logically,
or don't if you're too busy
cause pretty soon they'll be selling special
seconds of your life online for two fifty
Cause then you'd have to slow down
And if I'm really honest with you,
Just leave with no sound,
like this life was worth nothing
All possessions thrown down,
Possessions thrown down, down, down, down,
