Left everything too late.
Hoping for success.
Hoping for luck.
But the hands of fate didn't give a f**k.
Couldn't be a Pop star.
Couldn't afford a Fancy Car.
Just occasionally propping up the Bar.
But the Window of opportunity's still ajar.
Online in the Library.
Couldn't eat drink or be merry.
Back from the Job Centre.
Sending a woman back what I sent her.
Living in the sticks.
Searching for an Internet fix.
My Granny just can't stop moanin.
I'm in need of serotonin.
Send in the Clowns.
Send in the Clowns.
From Belfast, Ballymena, Derry, Portadown.
Heading to Duiblin in the Train Station.
History has affected the Nation.
Little Girls and a Toy.
Used to be a Doll, now it's Playboy.
Obsessed with Pink and celeb magazines.
Europe's White Trash has entered the scene.
I wanna be a Winner.
Rhyme like Mike Skinner.
Can I impress them being like Eminem?
I've run out of power.
Have to take a shower.
Everyone; Black, Asian and White.
We all have the same war to fight.
I feel knackered.
Lack of sleep.
I've tried settling down.
I've tried counting Sheep.
You can take my Job, but you can't take my talent.
I won't be hammered down with a Mallet.
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