I'm Not Bulimic (I Just Wanted to See How Far I Could Stick My Fingers Down My Throat)

Wishing I was someone else,

It's my own fault that I'm fucked up but I still worry about my mental health.

I've g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a Goldfish,

My mind is melting into mush because I barely use it.

I think it's time to sort it out, to get a job and move out.

But I'm just a kid! So? Deal with it!

It's the credit crunch, that's my excuse for being unemployed for months.

Wishing I was someone else but I'm not, I'm myself,

And I really need some cash 'cos chasing dreams don't pay you jack.

So put the kettle on, leave the tea bag in because I like it strong,

My mouth is burned to bits and I'm practically drowning in PG Tips.

I'm not promising anything but I'll try to try

to get a job instead of watching TV all of the time,

but we all know the best thing since sliced bread

is Two Pints Of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps.

Playstation 3 is owning me, I'm sick of playing Gameboy, Nintendo and Xbox 360.

My thumbs have blisters on the plasters covering blisters -

Triangle and circle are my brothers, X and square my sisters.

I moved back in with my mum, no job, no money, no hope, no fun.

I owe about a million grand for my guitar, my amp and a band van.

I studied music at University, spent another million grand on tuition fees

and then left without a degree.

We are the kids of the recession, credit cards, overdrafts, loans and no pensions.

We are the kids, we'll learn our lesson by years of living in a country in depression.