Liveable Shit

Lyrics for Liveable Shit

So I got in this morning, and walked, oh shit Bur, bur, though, just keep it going So I got in this morning, and I went to the loo And he walked out the cubicle, and it fucking stunk Every morning, I get it, and it's the same time, same trap, same stink And it glides through the air, by the time it hit ya It's been pacified by ten yards of fresh air Liveable shit, you put up with it Liveable shit, you put up with it And the gnarly fucking arseholes that gather No balls to do anything apart from slither Mixed in with knowledge and no localism Just fake accents knicked from someone posh they might have met In Shoreditch A vegetarian vet, Lou fucking Reed, whoever G.G. fucking Allen Gestures of violence to anybody that can't see or hear them That kind of prick, that kind of shit Liveable shit Like three months of rain, nobody likes a fucking Tory reign The Prime Minister's face hanging in the clouds like Gary Oldman's Dracula As Keanu Reeves drove up to the fucking castle Laughing really badly, relentless Like the gears on a bus if you're sat at the back Next to a noisy twat St. George's flag twat Liveable shit Liveable shit, you put up with it Liveable shit, you put up with it You put up with it, you put up with it You put up with it, you put up with it No, no, no, no now listen, no, no, no hold on, no, no, hold on, hold on, no, no Fucking, no, no, fucking hold on, hold on So now I don't dream of anything, I just wait for it to turn up It's the atmosphere around here It's chopped me legs off, look Made me lazy Made me worry about the streets behind me Trees like Triffids No time The grass is always greener on the other side Break on through And end up in a posh cemetery in Paris It's not bad, you fucking- Liveable shit (was that any good?) Liveable shit, you put up with it Liveable shit, you put up with it You put up with it, you put up with it You put up with it, you put up with it You put up with it