I sleep too little and I smoke too much I drink my money and don't eat enough Saturday night internet and whiskey sour Early Sunday morning eating carrots in the shower I drown my sorrow on lonely nights Get so drunk I join dating sites Nothing ever happens and I'm running out of goon Then I'm eating ice cream using chocolate as a spoon CHORUS Here I am again at the bottom Where nobody wants to be So put out empty hands if you've got em And give a little clap to me Somewhere I let go of the throttle Now I have to blink to see So fill your empty hands with a bottle And have a little drink with me I'd like to be a little bit fit But I hate jogging and my stamina's shit I'll go out to join a gym but when I come back I'll be sitting at the TV with a coke and big mac I utilize YouTube for muscle education Exercise videos for extra motivation At first Its captivating cos the men are toned and flexible Then it seems degrading and a little homosexual CHORUS Feeling Down Freak and frown Wasted years Salty tears Here I stand With empty hands One more beer And its up from here CHORUS

She's hot from her curls, down to her stilettos Looking like a girl who's life is a libretto Singing in the street, drunk dancing, heels up Til she falls, ass over A-cup Socially inept and adequately out of place Liquor vapors saturating all her breathing space Intoxicating any man who gets to first base I think she has a piece of meat pie on her face Watch out kid, she's coming Watch out kid, she's coming Watch out kid, she's coming Just run CHORUS Trip when you walk She's a bit pissed Spit when you talk She's a bit pissed Couldn't hold a fork She's a bit pissed Your skirt is too short and You shouldn't wear a white top Too much gloss She's a bit pissed Throwing up like a boss She's a bit pissed Causing chaos She's a bit pissed Swearing in the street Not afraid of a bike cop You don't love me x4 She's pretty like a city girl but she's a panther Killing any man's advances like a cancer Mess with her, you're the one who'll get roughed up She'll drop kick your scrot she's a tough nut Never had the need to have with her a can of mace She's got a pocket knife in a cigarette case Put a hand on her she'll put you in a back brace Intimidating even with the pie on her face Watch out kid, she's coming Watch out kid, she's coming Watch out kid, she's coming Just run CHORUS Strut with her walk She's a bit pissed Hostile with her talk She's a bit pissed Claws like a hawk She's a bit pissed Dress to kill and I wouldn't put it past her Opposite of pacifist She's a bit pissed Possibly a masochist She's a bit pissed A little bit racist She's a bit pissed Does she want to go home? I dare you to ask her You don't love me x 4 CHORUS (both) PART 2 Six in the morning and the sunrise Is kind of a bitch cos it hurts your eyes Cursing the A.M. As your hope dies Bye a kebab and you'll be fine Don't even know where you were last night Check the stamps on your arm and you just might Catching a cab alone is alright Bye a kebab and you'll be fine You won't find love here

The shopping mall, quarter to nine Select my purchase, and stand in line Then at the counter, is where I found her For the first time (I became extremely shy) She's just two feet, in front of me All I can give her, is my money Now I swing her way, every Thursday To buy CD's (With an ulterior motive) CHORUS I'll fade into the south without saying goodbye And she'll go back to working without wondering why Now I'm the only one who has these feelings because I'm gonna leave this pretty city as the one who never was Over again, each time I seek To ask her out, but I can't speak I've made myself poor, from buying records Every week (Which doesn't really fit my budget) Then suddenly, she met my gaze Slight recognition, adorned her face I may befriend her, if she remembers In seven days (Though she may possibly find me creepy) CHORUS Fade into the south without saying goodbye She'll go back to working without wondering why Some day I'll have closure When she turns me down I'm back by popular detest now She's still working late trading hours Some day I'll have closure When she turns me down

Reluctant obligation and your days are getting longer Freedom stands beside you so your coffee's getting stronger Staring out the window see your aspiration calling Wishing you could fly but you are still too busy crawling Corporate smiles and phony laughs within your job description Ask you how you are “good thanks” white lies and repetition Every day's a coma starting nine and ending five Depression is your colleague til the new weekend arrives CHORUS But online You're a phenomenon Wonder with the thunder of a mastodon MMO monster, GG when it's over Watch out noobs he's logging on Youth falls sick and fades away for everyone it seems Duty and commitment tends to swallow all you dreams Someone else' problem is vocation made to bore you Make it spend it you're a point for currency to pass through Stress and pressure sweating on your brow no time to winge Hold onto your sanity come Friday time to binge The light that silhouette's you is the background of far wealth Give Caesar what is Caesar's save your heart for some one else CHORUS I'll be your strength (your lesser length) Your brick veneer (your mother's fear) I'll be the whisper of destruction in your ear I'll be relief (fuck your belief) I'll ease your pain (sickness attain) I'll wash away your useless life like acid rain I'll be your strength (your lesser length) Your brick veneer (your mother's fear) I'll be the one to whisper destruction in your ear I'll be relief (fuck your belief) I'll ease your pain (sickness attain) I'll wash away your useless life like acid rain

Crap then a coffee when the day is dawning Up too late cos a friend kept calling Bitterly welcome a winter morning Fuck it's cold, fuck it's cold Trot to the train gotta push that tempo Wind will win when it wants me to walk slow Really got to get to the 8am though Fuck it's cold, fuck it's cold. “If I miss this train I'm gonna to be late.... again” Just in time for the news I dread Train not running there's a bus instead Packed like the bowels of a cow well fed Fuck it's crowded, fuck it's crowded Shit damn, traffic jam that's not good There's an old man passing the bus on foot Exit here and leg it I should Fuck it's crowded, fuck it's crowded “Excuse me, excuse me!” Gotta get from A to B when there's no other way Time to get the music out and earphones in to play, my CHORUS Walking music, walking music Walking from somewhere that is the place where I first started walking Walking music, walking music Walking to the place where I will be when I am finished walking Push a button, cross a road x4 Icy breeze, dog bark and a cat meow Feet to the beat jump a gutter with a thump, pow! OCD gotta count every step now Fuck this weather, fuck this weather Cut with the tune of a strut so I use it Base like a shot to the face from a boom stick Feeling alright with my own theme music Fuck it's raining.... awe fuck.... “Awe my socks are all squelchy” Break for a place to be dry for a while Rain like a doomsday, twenty twelve style I will not walk five hundred miles Not in this this weather, fuck this weather Finally find me a place to huddle Truck right up to the curb with a cuddle Happy Monday, have some puddle Fuck this rain, fuck this rain “I really should invest in an umbrella” Gotta get from here to there and try not to get drowned Though it's wet I know I'll get a new view of this town, with CHORUS One two three four five six seven eight Can you spare a buck so I can bye a coffee mate A man asking for coin claims he hasn't an abode I said “No sorry buddy I'm in walking music mode”

I don't know what I'd do If I ever came to find you I'd love to ride you Where you are I can not tell You left me for someone else I hope they ring your bell I miss the way you feel And the colour of your steel Your little wheels No other has your chain Or handles like you in the rain I'll never ride again I'll never ride again A photograph of fun Of you and I when we were young I looked pretty dumb That was when we first met You were my first and best yet I won't forget I won't forget They sent you far from me I stored you in my memory With Tom and Jerry Unaware and never smart You never meant to break my heart You're just metal parts You're just metal parts You're just metal parts You're just metal parts So unaware I don't know what I'd do If I ever came to find you I'd love to ride you On my mind for so long Thought you'd fade but I was wrong This is a love song This is a love song

This is how I want it to sound I'm a groove faker or a tool A music maker or a fool Or you know, something like that I've tried everything to get it right Comically complicated and strictly simplified I'm no singer though I've tried I just yell into the shower head until it sounds alright Oh I mix crap then play it back Then its one more for the cutting floor, a new deleted track There are many skills that I lack As if music came and took me in then shat me out its crack Give me back the beat, bring it back Tell me where did the beat go I'm losing it Give me back the beat, bring it back Tell me where did the beat go I've lost it I'm a groove faker, I'm a tool A music maker or a fool There's a tune in my noodle and I can't get it out I'm a noob. Almost given up on what I do And the mixer that I use I'll abuse til I turn blue Trying so damn hard to keep the mood But my imperfections say don't blame the system blame the dude I'm no rock star, more a diva But I'm sure that I can shake you nonbeliever Got that jitter bug, melody fever Sadly I'm five years behind old Justin Bieber Give me back the beat, bring it back Tell me where did the beat go I'm losing it again Give me back the beat, bring it back Tell me where did the beat go I've lost it I'm a groove faker, I'm a tool A music maker or a fool There's a tune in my noodle and I can't get it out I'm a noob. Now my microphone's not working properly I don't know how to fix it, I'm just... Musical interlude Yeah I fixed it, oh yeah That’s enough

How did you get so beautiful Did you fall out of the pretty tree You must have hit every branch on the way down Cos you've got quite an injury I'm sure you're normally better At recreational activities But I'm glad you suck at climbing trees Cos you fell for me I like your face In every conceivable way Your pretty face Motivating me to be a cliche What's this magnetic attraction Moving my devotion It must be kinetic affection That put my love in motion Your smile is a skill you have And you practice it every day Its almost like you've training your lips in the art Of turning heads and turning women gay I don't know what you need from me But I can say for damn sure Its not plastic surgery I like your face And I'm glad you're mine Your pretty face Even if you have a mong eye What's this magnetic attraction Moving my devotion It must be kinetic affection That put my love in motion When I give you a kiss, its like placing my lips On God's favourite daughter There's magic in this, like Jesus getting pissed from making too much wine out of water I like your face Delicious like a lamb roast Your tasty face I could spread your looks on toast What's this magnetic attraction Moving my devotion It must be kinetic affection That put my love in motion

Eh! Wrong answer, computer says no Sitting in the study and a file wont load There's an error. 404? GTFO! What the fuck is a run time? I don't know This is shit like everything else in your life And the Brits won again in the cricket last night At your wits end cos PC is a jerk On the fritz but at least your dunny still works Restart! Navigate the internet You're poor cos you haven't got a pension yet You're bored cos you haven't a creative outlet You're lonely and don't even have any pets. But you can kill two birds with one stone If you get stoned with two birds at your home You'll score, you won't be bored or alone But you can't pick up unemployed and unknown Unclean, indelicately dressed for years Try to come up with some way to impress your peers Too lazy to shave when you know that you should But your ability to grow a beard is pretty damn good Then it hits you, you could be a god damn pop star Bounce like a boss in the back of a cop car You can be a maverick and pound all the hot tarts Everybody loves a new face in the top charts CHORUS Internet superstar, that is what you think you are Internet superstar, left click and a loading bar Internet superstar, didn't get you very far You're on the web forever but we don't know who you are Reload it re-reload it Reload it re-re-re-reload it You hit the web and then the whole damn place shook More prisoners than the social networking race took You have fans spanning cyberspace look Does it really count if they're just friends on Facebook? You want to be the next world wide man With your picture posted all over 4chan Forum decorum, in demand Can't make Broadway so light up broadband. Twitter it, you are a bad ass brother You're mad cos your number one fan is your mother A swinger, thinking you are way above a trucker The finger, hash tag this motherfucker! You got beef cos the internet's broken Everybody's online bandwidth chokin' Drink to that, better tip that cup Do you have the stuff or the butt to stick it up? CHORUS “Dial up solo!” CHORUS