Fucking Little Bastards

by Arab Strap

From the album: Monday at the Hug & Pint

Track 3 of 13 on Monday at the Hug & Pint (2003).

Duration: 6:15

Monday at the Hug & Pint cover art

Lyrics for Fucking Little Bastards

I don't like the words that the birds are singing I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing But if everyone can start again and everyone can win Then I'll rearrange the place that I'm in And I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter They whisper I'm a cunt then they cackle and they mutter But I'm sure I heard them reassure me everything ends As I walked away from all my fake friends They've scrutinized the mistakes I've been making They know who I've fucked, they know what I've taken They've seen me in the shower with shit down my legs They've seen me searching on a stranger's house for dregs I used to think they loved me but now I know it's pity And they know that they can always flee this fucking city They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start And they know that these days my cock's as numb as my heart New blood flows, old faces go I like the new ones better I think I like these girls Feels like I've traveled miles Now, I want to party all the time Now, I want to party all the time Now, I want to party all the time again Now, I want to party all the time again Now, I want to party all the time again Now, I want to party all the time again

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More from Monday at the Hug & Pint

  1. The Shy Retirer
  2. Meanwhile, at the Bar, a Drunkard Muses
  3. Fucking Little Bastards
  4. Peep-Peep
  5. Flirt
  6. Who Named the Days?
  7. Loch Leven Intro
  8. Loch Leven
  9. Glue
  10. Act of War
  11. Serenade
  12. The Week Never Starts Round Here
  13. Pica Luna