Fizzy Lyrics

The cunt with the gut and the Buzz Lightyear haircut
Callin' all the workers plebs
"You better think about the future"
You better think about your neck
You better think about the shit hairdo you got mate
I work my dreams off for two bits of ravioli
And a warm bottle of Smirnoff
Under a manager that doesn't have a f*ckin' clue
Do you want me to tell you what I think about you, cunt?
I don't think that's a very good idea—do you?
You pockmarked four-eyed shit-fitted shirt, white Converse
And a taste for young girls
Don't send me home with a glint in my eye
I told my family about the f*ckin' wage rise
And got f*cked on
Puked on
And sucked up
You f*ckin' fly
The suction on your fly feet
Kept me pinned to the blinds
Whilst your PA rattled out e-mails
Workstation, forced to engage in flirtatious conversation


Well just to keep the job
Just to keep f*ck all from turning into a f*ckin' nothin' blob
Bang it out; go on tell me what you really think
You got no chin; an' you got no balls to chin 'em with
Glass panels separate you
The mid-price handwash from the bin of used
Public toilet paper towels
We've run foul of the hidden hatred
That festers in dogs like you
Tripwire taut that makes way for the vacuum
Ya piece of f*ckin' shit



Use the sheet of promise and the red shoes of Dorothy
Blanked out on the bed of thick monotony
With the usual stereotypes that fall for the lip
I f*ckin' hate rockers; f*ck your rocker shit
f*ck your progressive side, sleeve of tattoos
Oompa Loompa blow me down with a feather
Cloak and dagger bollocks


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Songwriter(s): Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson
Record Label(s): 2014 Harbinger Sound
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