Small Town Lad Sentiments Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Welcome to the breadline, where we're counting 2 pence pieces
Letters sent with red lines, but do they know the headlines?
Wonga loans maxed out, right past the deadline
And I say that I'll change on Monday, daydreaming past bedtime
And it's all too quick to hold true, yeah you move from
Getting stoned in your old room into freezing your nuts off out in the dole queue
And I'm scared that I'll waste away and I'll stay till my brain degrades
And I'll be that old pisshead, saying "I could have made it mate"
[Hook]
You know what these are? You know what these are?
You know what these are? You know what these are?
Small town lad sentiments, small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
[Verse 2]
So end your week in the shops and getting off your trolley
Two bottles of Glen's voddy, till fear's a loss and then Monday try and hide it from your boss
At your desk job, sat with no power
Yeah, I used to try and make the days go faster with fag breaks, yeah for half an hour
And we grew up being told that actions speak louder than words
But you need cash to act and I'm skint, fractions speak louder than verbs
Yet recently I've had a vicious inkling, that my ship is sinking
In a place where typing out a CV is wishful thinking
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
So when you're being bored as fuck [?], call a mate, go blaze too
Play tunes of US rap and grime that you love but can't relate to
And we're feeling depressed, we got told to stay in school
That's your secret to success? Fill a CV out and put it on theirr desk? Are they fucking press?
Why'd you think that we give up, yeah, and act crazily slack
We're strewing from the beaten track and sign up for tours of duty in Iraq
Yeah, so you know what these are, small town lad sentiments
Spoken to my Benson ends, false hope that you'll go see sense again
[Hook x2]
Welcome to the breadline, where we're counting 2 pence pieces
Letters sent with red lines, but do they know the headlines?
Wonga loans maxed out, right past the deadline
And I say that I'll change on Monday, daydreaming past bedtime
And it's all too quick to hold true, yeah you move from
Getting stoned in your old room into freezing your nuts off out in the dole queue
And I'm scared that I'll waste away and I'll stay till my brain degrades
And I'll be that old pisshead, saying "I could have made it mate"
[Hook]
You know what these are? You know what these are?
You know what these are? You know what these are?
Small town lad sentiments, small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends
[Verse 2]
So end your week in the shops and getting off your trolley
Two bottles of Glen's voddy, till fear's a loss and then Monday try and hide it from your boss
At your desk job, sat with no power
Yeah, I used to try and make the days go faster with fag breaks, yeah for half an hour
And we grew up being told that actions speak louder than words
But you need cash to act and I'm skint, fractions speak louder than verbs
Yet recently I've had a vicious inkling, that my ship is sinking
In a place where typing out a CV is wishful thinking
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
So when you're being bored as fuck [?], call a mate, go blaze too
Play tunes of US rap and grime that you love but can't relate to
And we're feeling depressed, we got told to stay in school
That's your secret to success? Fill a CV out and put it on theirr desk? Are they fucking press?
Why'd you think that we give up, yeah, and act crazily slack
We're strewing from the beaten track and sign up for tours of duty in Iraq
Yeah, so you know what these are, small town lad sentiments
Spoken to my Benson ends, false hope that you'll go see sense again
[Hook x2]