Sweet Jonny

You know that living it up in the Hill's a
bit like pissing the bed it's warm at first
but you've got to clean it up.
Get hooked on fags and bags and booze,
you're going nowhere fast,
the future's past you can't lose.
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Is Stockholm syndrom taking hold,
Has Gary Burgess grown old.
Still bullying blowjobs down by the cemetery.
And will you take it on the chin,
And what will end my suffering.

I hear the farewell fanfares rise and falling again.
Pay The Piper pick your poison.
All the fun now at the fair has grown old.
All that glitters is not gold,
The truth be told we've been told that you're getting too old.
(Guitar break riff)

So now you've gone and got emotional
on a Sunday morning are the adverts all making you cry.
Because you've taken too much the night before,
the only lover in your covers is your hand and you're getting too sore.
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So now the eulogy is mine to read.
Stomped to death in sweat filled beds you shall be.
Thank god euphoria has sucked me dry,
kiss the girls and make them cry you're all done.
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I was born on the back seat of a banger.
I love the smell of petrol, diesel and two stroke.
You see in my blood stream,
I got a genuine oil seam.
I never wanted to be anything other.
So strip away the glass, seats and the trim.
Yeah my day job it can do one,
You tell my boss I said do one.
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I'll have no regrets, my carbourators ait bled.
A roll cage is all that I will require.
My exhaust sets fire.
A burn out and a bunch of bald tires.
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Cos I was born to be a banger racer. (x 3)

So with motor oil I'll slick back my hair.
And with a rollie on my lips fill her up,
As she's running on Red Star:
I siphoned it off a farmer.
And with the welder I will spark up my fag.
My lungs exhaust fumes, dirt and dust.
It fills my head I feel clear.
My knuckles slam her in gear.
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(Bridge)
So you tell my father and you tell my daughter's and you tell my wife where I have gone.
And you'll know where to find me on the speedway start line with my shell suit and my helmet donned.

I was born on the back seat of a banger.
I love the smell of petrol, diesel and two stroke.
You see in my blood stream.
I got a genuine oil seam.
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I work in factory 54, my name's inconsequencial.
My role is unfulfilling, and my last control is violence.
The love between my wife and me, has long since died, departed.
My two sons learn the hard way. My return they rightly fear it.

Pre chorus

Say what you looking at
Say what you looking at
He didn't care to answer so it's in his face I spat.
Say what you looking at
Say what you looking at
Say what. You. Looking. At.

Chorus

I hate with my litle mind.

Now my release is demo day. The prejudiced are proud.
My motives they are questionable, I've downed a dozen Carling.
A man upon the train piped up said "Have you no decorum?!"
I bravely rose up from my seat and with this fist I floored him.

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Chorus

Cheesy chips that's what I said, donner meat in pitta bread.
2am no chip shop's dead, outside the front where chavvies tread.
That little div should be in bed, instead he nicked your bike and fled.
Boi I've had enough he says, turns around and smacks your head.

Abbra kebabra, charcoal grill, pissed insults hurled and now blood spill.
A cosh is made from a fist of pounds, his Nike TN's now facewood bound.
Don't let the sun set on you here, don't let the sun go down in this town.

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A rallied battle cry is called, it's 4am outside your window.
The scourge of Burge, of Haywards Grief, the calling card of a chavvie dinlo.
A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a bruv of a cuz of a fam of a div of a boi.
Chavvie Don Legs, Half Gram Dan, Mad Mike, The Kennedy Twins and of course Troy.

Cheesy chips that's what I said, donner meat in pitta bread.
2am no chip shop's dead, outside the front where chavvies tread.

Cheesy chips that's what I said, donner meat in pitta bread. x4

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It was cold I remember that much, and under the church is where I laid my head.
Three days to my birthday I said, as the rain fell down to my makeshift bed.
Sure the stars came alight that night, and fixed my vision on a dead moonlight.
I told myself that you're stronger than this, that you won't get upset and it's you they'll miss.
Though I just couldn't help myself as the tears streamed down her broken face.
From the booze and the drugs and abuse, was my state laid bare under gold street light.
And she screamed "Take a look at yourself!", she shook me, I held her, she praid for my health.
I said I was sorry. But it was too late, as I woke she had left.

Pre Chorus
About that time I realised, you gotta help yourself.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
So I rise, roll a cigarette, to greet my lips as my body aches.
Sure i'm low but I'm living, and I trick my mind just one last time.
All the thoughts in my head seemed to clear, as I bellowed at that demon that I no longer feared.
That I just don't need him, like he don't need me, this time when I left I was sure.
No you ain't wanted here no more, the locks you changed on our front door.
Let it all spew out. Your control. And your violence. Your obsession. You're on your own.
I said now, you're on your own.

Pre Chorus

Mid 8
But now looking back, to the church and the multi story where I slept.
To the food that I stole off people's discarded plates at those pubs.
My ghost still haunts me.
It's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
But then again it still is.
And my mate Mike he went and took me in,
His family helped me out.

I'll scour my soul

There's a laugh, as it echoes be free
The last laugh is graffiti­ed ten feet
On a wall that was just down your street
Now it's gone, in it's place is concrete.

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Just another day in paradise
A perfect day in paradise
It's all so funny, I just cannot seem to laugh
Just another day in paradise
Teenage bride needs a kid for some cash
You can't live, if you can't pay the rent
You can't leave, as the money is spent
They're behind you, one hundred percent

Chorus

Mid 8

Chorus
The Eternal Apprentice laid off
From the dole, to the call center job
If you're trained, it don't matter you snob
To laugh last, it's the banks you must rob

Chorus

Chavvie dinlo crank them boys
Chavvie dinlo crank dickoi
You know who my brother is
You know my sirname is Smith

Chorus
Na na na na

Be a div, I'll chore that puff
Be a div, that's no teenth bruv
From the under pass, to the cold stone bench
From the tinny I knicked, to the bike I skivved.

Chorus
Will the bois be bois, will the bois be bois,
Will their bois be bois, bois be the bois

Chorus

Hangman's humour will have it's way
Have you heard who got banged up again.
Do the splinters work their way into your head,
Ten year stretch battered our joy again.

Pre chorus
Sleep round, small town, first fight all spite.
Smoke fags, neck beer, do gear all night.
Get away two weeks of the year sit tight.

You big fish, small pond, don't make me laugh.
Chat shit, you take, you never ask.
Hangmans is such a thankless task.

Chorus
Hillians, Hillians, Hillians.
Your youth shall fade.
The consequence of Hillians remain.
Better yourself. Better yourself. Better yourself.
The fullboot yay.
The consequence of Hillians remain.

So rince my soul in the piss that flows,
Who slept with who's bloke, bird you tell.
Hear you, me roar, lad, chap, what a bore,
His missus shagged who, really mate?

Pre chorus
Sleep round, small town, first fight all spite.
Smoke fags, neck beer, do gear all night.
Get away two weeks of the year sit tight.

Chorus
Hillians, Hillians, Hillians.
Your youth shall fade.
The consequence of Hillians remain.
Better yourself. Better yourself. Better yourself.
The fullboot yay.
The consequence of Hillians remain.

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Chorus

Poetic justice please. Warm wine and antifreeze.
In life you find what you love and let it kill you.
So are you Prospero? The self castrato.
I've heard it all before, before you even said it.

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Alpha. Brutus. Mother. Judas.
Self destruction. Over prudence.
Give up on all of your dreams. As boredom picks my bones clean.
Of course we'll retrain as sparkies.
Maybe you should try the army.
Denial. Anger. Depression. Acceptance.
Die

Chorus
So what's the love of your life.
I'll be the love of your life.
So what's the love of your life.

Munchousenbiproxy. The King Of Comedy.
In life you find what you love and let it kill you.
And sweet banality. Shall devour me.
Calm down and don't make a scene, gnashed tatters torn at the seams.

Pre Chorus
Alpha. Brutus. Mother. Judas.
Self destruction. Over prudence.
Give up on all of your dreams. As boredom picks my bones clean.
Of course we'll retrain as sparkies.
Maybe you should try the army.
Denial. Anger. Depression. Acceptance.
Die

Chorus
So what's the love of your life.
I'll be the love of your life.
So what's the love of your life.

Mid 8
The TV's on. The dinners made and all's forgiven. Suprise suprise another year.

Accept the minimum wage. Fake social media gains.
Go find your place in the sun. A melanoma sounds fun.
Calm down and don't make a scene. Gnashed tatters torn at the seams.
So I'll retrain as a sparkie or fail the medical for the army.
Denial. Anger. Depression. Acceptance. Then die

Chorus

Forget, forget, forget me not.
Grow wild along the cliffs where we last met.
What I once was has faded,
Gentle tender fading song.
As dew upon the grass as morning comes.

I stalked the beach, I watched the pier.
I stole the rocks, I drank to steel myself.
While once's not heavy on it's own my coat could hold no more.
Disgraced, ashamed, the coward that I am.

My friend. My friend. My tender friend.
We can't begin to know but this I know.
Embers of our embrace shall glow. The void you leave's too great.
You're loved, you're loved, you're loved, you're loved, you're loved.

Serene. Serene. Serene I'm told.
The lapping of the waves, my coat is cold.
I'm nervous, tired, lost, a lair.
I'm sorry yet I'm resigned.
I'm sorry yes I am sorry yet I'm resigned.

Forget, forget, forget me nots.
Grow wild along the cliffs where we once met.