Ever get the feeling Someone’s watching you You’ve got to be careful Just what you get up to When you are old And about to leave the show You’ll be presented With your life on video Wouldn’t you know it There’s just no time to watch it You can die knowing That they’re the ones who’ve got it Remember the mistakes Ahh, it’s all coming back Oh, shit
27th Nov 2021 – Somewhat inspired by the nervous anticipation of being presented with a video of your whole life once you reach heaven, where you will be forced to analyse every single moment of your life. Or is it hell? Also a nod to Rudimentary Peni’s ‘Only Human’
Beaming bright thru’ the dark of night All right, all right, convinced of your might Just like shite, you started a fight A sorry sight, your flag turned to white Out of spite, someone did you right Now seven shades light, happy smiling faeces
I’m inside looking out at you I see you’re much bigger than me You look pretty weird thru’ the glass But that’s where I would like to be I wanna be weird like the rest of you So you won’t just treat me as a pet I wanna feel important like you do But I wonder how far you would get In my world
The future is no mystery anymore Cos nothing’s gonna change I only wish that I could be sure Why I feel so fuckin’ strange They say life’s what you make it But where do I start? All I seem to do is break it Until it all falls apart
There must be more, much more than this Life must be more that just getting pissed I got no answers for our sorry state When the truth is known, it’ll be too late
Why must we be contented To live with what we’ve got? I wanna be presented With the whole fuckin’ lot Don’t wanna hear no history Cos I haven’t got a clue It’s just one big mystery Which no one ever knew
Where do I start looking for What I wanna hear? And when I’ve heard it all Will it confirm my fear?
You’re grown-up when you’ve turned Into the people you watched when you were young No matter how I old I am, I’ve learned That my age is not going to ruin any of my fun
Everywhere you go people just look the same An idea of sex is usually found in their name What’s going on? Just tell me the score You can’t tell the girls from the boys anymore
Half a century gone Have I another to come? Fifty years and nothing’s changed Everything just seems the same New surroundings, same old shit Another fifty years? Forget it!
Play in the woods in my backyard Concrete streets are too rough and hard Fall in the softness of the grass Saving you from a painful arse They came and cut down my lovely wood Destroyed everything they could New houses where they needn’t be They didn’t leave a single tree Everything, I guess, must take its toll The trees ended up as toilet roll
You stop me in the street Like everyone you meet “Lend us twenty pence, mate” But you’re in such a state You complain that I couldn’t give a shit I’d give you twenty pence If I thought you were worth it
You’re sitting at home These visions in your head You’re all alone With your mind just full of dread You start to wonder Why it’s like it was before You’re going under In your own personal war
All you’ve got are these memories Repeated visions of what you’ve done I can’t help you if you’re not telling me You start to wonder where it’s all gone
Depressing your ego With visions of the past You won’t let me go And that’s all I ask Your time’s been wasted Trying to repeat all the good times It’s me that you hated But you kept ignoring all the signs
All you’ve got are these twisted visions Repetition, repetition of what you’ve done I can’t help you make your decision Strange to be nostalgic when you’re only 21*
*lifted word for word from the Partisans ‘Only 21’ – because it’s a great line!
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