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jamie scott (sct) - no manners كلمات الأغنية

i wish i’d drifted
instead of washing up on your shore
mourn every moment i passed there when i pass yours
you thought face to face with me might settle the score
but i don’t drink in those kind of pubs anymore
i wish i’d drifted
instead of washing up on this shore
send flowers, roses, forget_me_nots, bourgeois folkways
when everything’s recorded or saved
memories like a sealed_up sieve
more hours to relive than there’s hours in the day
wish i’d drifted
i wish i’d remained driftwood
the flot_sum of my parts, all effect, no natural causes
the trial of man, i bear no crosses
unsubtle digs in my out_of_office
what’s a win without a few losses?
no struggle without beating the bosses

no gods, no masters
no etiquette, no manners
no gods, no masters
no etiquette, no manners
no glory, no glamour
no hits, no bangers
no good grace
no manners
we were out
we were all out

we went against the grain and the thrust of it
saddle up, take the reins if you can muster it
a vulture pick over the guts of it
a voyeur no matter what culture it is
toppling statues no matter who the sculptor is
out of pocket, i pay union dues
caught in a loop in the run_out groove
nothing to lose, looks like you already lost
through the paper_thin wall, i still hear the coughs
another year surviving the plague, we seen it off
standing in another man’s grave, at what cost?
six feet under, hard men go soft

i’m spitting t__th, it leaves me seething
with your tweets so sh_te, i don’t even read ’em
i don’t code for cheats, i don’t keep the receipts
long pause in the speech, the trick’s to keep breathing
don’t trouble yoursel’ trying to find any meaning
we salted the earth, then kid on that we’re keening
everyone inside, everything shelved, we were quelled
too many truths to know what we felt
every rumour dispelled with a face like your _rs_ got skelped
numb, no feeling as we crawled out of h_ll, felt like nature was healing
if we build back wrong, it’ll ruin
so what’s left to believe in?
for oursel’s, we were bereaving
as we crawled out of h_ll, felt nature was healing

no gods, no masters
no etiquette, no manners
no gods, no masters
no etiquette, no manners

no glory, no glamour
no hits, no bangers
no pre_drinks, no afters
no cheers, no laughter

no gods, no masters
no temps, no staffers
no flex, no muscle
no side gig, no hustle

no goss, no fodder
no case, no longer
no mates, no hauners
no grace, your honour

no gods, no masters
no scabs, no plasters
no paps, no snappers
no equity, no halfers
no gods, no masters
no etiquette, no manners
no good grace
i’ve got no manners

- jamie scott sct

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