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fyi chris - scum of the earth كلمات الأغنية

i was conceived in the recovery position in the bas_m_nt of a police station i was brought up like a ballerina’s breakfast
and raised on stolen donations
the doctor cried
the midwife resigned as i was born to this world
my mother swapped me for a less ugly baby and she called me the scum of the earth

scum of the earth
the name that i was baptised as a babe lightning struck the steeple of the church
when the priest callеd out my name he threw his biblе in the sky
pulled out a pistol
and shot a hole through it like a bird
and as its feathers came spiralling down to the ground he christened me the scum of the earth
scum of the earth

untrustworthy
bound to be up to no good standing on the outskirts of society
swigging from a bottle of angel’s blood
peeping over the precipice
forever the pessimist
even my blood group is bleeding negative
counting on your fingers to calculate my worth you call me the scum of the earth
depending on the state
of mind i’m in when i awake
i might partake in playing nice
and join in with your game
but unemployment’s got its benefits you can’t get fired
and i know the system doesn’t work so why the f_ck should i?
dole (dole)
always believe in your soul
you’ve got nowhere to go
your unemployable always believe in dole
well i’ve always got my settee to fall back on 2how much is your time worth
when i sign on
i sign the name you gave me scum of the earth
and the calendar pages pave the way
of a 75 year long street and so i bang my head
against the factory wall
there ain’t nothing to do but drink there ain’t nothing to do
but abuse the booze and kiss goodbye to the day
it’s enough to make a man lose his screws
man i just want to get in my grave
because i’m just a mild_mannered social
parasite by day but after six and a half hours on the apple sauce
an amazing transformation takes place…
cider_man! cider_man! i can’t do it but i think i can
because only a p_ssed_up superhero
or a complete f_cking idiot
would try and pick a fight with a police dog
well i had a most terrible daydream
as i was propping up the end of the bar
my life fragmented into millions of jigsaw pieces and scattered all over the floor
and franticly on my hands and knees i try picking up the shards and piecing it back together again
but the picture looked all wrong i ran to the toilets to throw up
and this scream of unconsciousness spewed from my gut
i staggered back to the bar wiping my face but the expressions on the people’s faces had changed
what’s your poison? the barman asked i saw terrible visions in the bottom of my glass i saw the mass replicated definition of freedom represented by the slogans printed on the t_shirts to corrupt the pupil you poison the teachers i heard the untrustworthy word being preached by the diehard disciples of sat_rday night tv
who like to make you think life’s just a rehearsal
because it helps to cope with the hurt
that comes with the curse of being a person
a brand new definition of worthlessness
and this blinding clarity is like a pencil in my eye
take your d_ck out of my ear and stop f_cking with my mind! “what’s your poison?” the barman asked
i saw terrible visions in the bottom of my glass and i screamed at the people to warn them
but they just turned back to their drinks and ignored me and then the management asked me to leave
so now i’m outside shouting at the traffic on the street
shaking my fist at the useless moon
trying to catch the stupid thing with a lasso maybe i’m just confused
but i can’t seem to see the world the way that i used to
but you’ve made your mind up
you know all you need to know
you see me coming and you cross the road
like that chicken in the joke
but your narrow mind is too small to look down on me
class never has been a straight line and respect is a two_way street
the land that your cattle are reared on is poisoned the fruit your trees bare manufactured by man
your media and art is corrupted by money and therefore irrelevant to me and my clan
your wealth is like time
a powerful concept
which when studied closely doesn’t actually exist
what will you do when the people you put down discover the foundations of your house are so weak they will split
so i’ll just leave you to worry about things like reputation and worth
but just remember this planet is made out of dirt when you call me the scum of the earth

- fyi chris

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