Lyrics The Holloways

The Holloways

Fuck Ups

Look here comes another man

with another sorry story to tell

and you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from heaven to hell

Well I don't want to listen

but he tells me al the same

The sole duristic culture

if it is his nice little games

leave me alone you know I don't think I'm involved

but your gonna bury me with your terms and misery

And when I'm out on saturday with Charlie and Bill

Iknow that I shouldn't and I don't know if I will

or Iwon't well I do I don't

Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

Look here comes another drunk with a face longer than Bin Ladens

and he's drank so much alchohol he can no longer get a hard on

not that he'd ever get the chance to use it

women are intelligent he is stupid

Lost and lonely he will remain

and no amount of alchohol will wash his piss away

And when I'm out on saturday with Charlie and Bill

I know for well I shouldn't

and I don't know if I will

or I won't well I do I don't

nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

All the f**ked up f**k ups

f**king me up

with their stories and their tears

and their cigarrettes and beers

all the fuched up f**k ups

f**king me up

I think their killing me with their grim reality

Well a 33 year old grandma

came up to me and says

My familys growing up on this council estate

if we keep on giving birth at this rate

I'm gonna be a great great great great grandma at the age of 75

And I will be clad in Burberry

I don't care if I'm dead or alive

I don't care if I'm dead or alive

All the f**ked up f**k ups

f**king me up

with their stories and their tears

and their cigarrettes an beers

All the f**ked up f**k ups

f**king me up

I think their killing me with their grim reality

All the f**ked up f**k ups

f**king me up

I'm not here for long so you better sing along

All the f**ked up f**k ups

f**king me up

you f**ked up f**ker