Cuddly

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I had... I had, I had an organic chicken, it was shit As the day played out in the evening's pit Homeowner man, I'm a family guy Brex-City Roller, we do and still die Less than zero, flat in the head Lobbing up drugs to get out of us heads Every fucking week, there's another black death Another old man in a robe and that, yeah, bleak Dale Winton, Supermarket Sweep Feudals got a game too, it ain't as bad There's a bigger prize, and it's called land grab Have that, oh, ta! I think I'll call myself Lord Bastard of Sir Bastar-Dada [Pre-Chorus] Throw a load 'round Let it rot on the ground Throw a load 'round Let it rot on the ground [Chorus] Ain't cuddly what you're doing, sod your teddy bear Sod your little promises, nobody fucking cares Hanging out the back of the monied view Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once, we will realise It will happen suddenly You ain't that fucking cuddly [Verse 2] A life sentence down, LOL, what next? Exorcist puke on my chatty vest The score of the street, past the shops' rotting meat The death of the customer, no meet, no greet No halftime, a full ninety minutes Screaming shit all the time, shit players Hair transplants, Leo Sayers What does a million quid a week bring When your brain can't tell your legs to kick the fucking thing? [Pre-Chorus] Throw a load 'round Let it rot on the ground Throw a load 'round Let it rot on the ground [Chorus] Ain't cuddly what you're doing, sod your teddy bear Sod your little promises, nobody fucking cares Hanging out the back of the monied view Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once, we will realise It will happen suddenly You ain't that fucking cuddly [Verse 3] Reduce timetable as the stairs get blocked At iPhone level, no joke I draw a tenner out and my fingers get stiffed On the used ten pound note's coke, no joke Overground, and the sites don't encourage good learning My fingers drop shit Fingernails are curling, they're fucking gurning Lob gob, this is our tree But there's no chance of reaching the treetop, or what? Probably not, as the case may be Luck is a charm, a bracelet's arm Snatching itself back from the wrong palm Luck is a charm, a bracelet's arm Snatching itself back from the wrong palm [Pre-Chorus] Throw a load 'round Let it rot on the ground Throw a load 'round Let it rot on the ground [Chorus] Ain't cuddly what you're doing, sod your teddy bear Sod your little promises, nobody fucking cares Hanging out the back of the monied view Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once, we will realise It will happen suddenly You ain't that fucking cuddly [Outro] It will happen suddenly You ain't that fucking cuddly It will happen suddenly You ain't that fucking cuddly