Boyfriend

Chorus:

 Why does my boyfriend always say he loves me?

Why does my boyfriend always take the key

Why does my boyfriend never have no money

Why does my boyfriend always hit on me and my friend Emily?

This ain't...

V1 Stop giving me shit

Just get over it

You don't know just how fucked up you are

Just look at your history

You should be glad for me

I'm the best thing 

That youve had

You're just Like your mother

And your  junkie brother

and Where are your family now

They don't care, never have

 never will

Chorus : Why does my boyfriend always say that he loves me

Why does my ...

V2 same as 1

V3 Why do we set the tone

Scared to be all alone 

We end up settling for an asshole

We Look at our lives and we're dying inside 

We tell ourselves lies

We pretend that we're strong 

But we weren't all along

They confuse us and make us feel worthy

But if we knew our worth

They'd have no one to hurt

They'd end up alone 

With what they deserve

CHORUS

last line: Why did my boyfriend kick me in my stomach when I was 7 weeks 

Propaganda 2025

 They say the queen is dead But I could not care less 

The mainstream murder media Has you reeling 

There's a war in the foreign land Theyre Asking You for a hand I ain't picking sides It's just propaganda

Along the newswire no no no it's just propaganda 

It's never ending no no no it's fucking propaganda 

Friday night and 49 a new week's been long You only want a few lines and Jager bombs 

This modern worlds Stitched up The BBC Cells rancid bubble gum You fell apart cause you lost you Jesus

 Ambition is a s*** reason 

there's no Community Left here 

The price of gas is up LabourTories they don't give a f*** The public school t**** still in business 

There's a war in a foreign land They're asking you for a hand I ain't picking sides f*** their propaganda

I wish the king was dead ill smash the cunt right round the fucking head ...

Montgomery waters

Where in the world is Montgomery waters 

Is there somewhere he hides The other side of the border 

do you remember the film the one with Natalie Portman? 

He went away the night I slept with his daughter. 

No, no, no, it was all for show. He owes money for blow in Paris. It's easy to disappear. 

Yes, yes, it is all a mess, so to leave is best.  In Powys it's easy to disappear

Did you look for the suitcase I hid in your garden?

I'm driving as fast as I can away from Henley.In arden, it seems the older you get is only gets harder to stick to the path

.There are not enough fathers

..........

  not a gd father 

Wew

Where  not a gd father in te world is m waters 

Is there somewhere he hides the oothers side of the border

Do u remember the film the one w Natalie Portman

It seems that he went away thhe nite I slept with his daughter 

Did u look fr the suitcase buried in your garden 

I’m driving fastas I Can from Henley in Arden 

The older you get it seems it’s just getting harder 

 To stick to the path I was not a gd father 

Carousel

U think u know me and who i am today

I won't recognise me on the morrow

But u don't know me do do you even know yourself

And are we spinning on this carousel 🎠 

Pages I have written in the stories of our lives

There's days we're buried under the weight of sorrow 

But hope gives strength to fight another day

Lemonade bottle becomes bottle of wine

The taste becomes that richer thru the seasons

Do u remember the rainy day we met?

 the Ghosts are passing now oh since I have left 

(We never thought it would become a flooding )

Now that I'm leaving another winters on the way, the leaves are gone but they'll be back for May

The more things change the more they stay the same

And we can climb or get off this carousel 🎠 there’s things We cannot change but I can help 

I tried to write a story new chapters for my life

And 

On a Bus to London

I tried pretty hard to make u cry

Sleeping in the back of my fiat cos I was too drunk to drive

Those words I sent on the darkest nite

I said a lotta things I was drunk and high I Don't remember shit

Chorus

Sleeping in the back of my fiat cos I was too drunk to drive

Those words I sent u written on the darkest nite

I said a lotta things I was drunk and high I don't remember shit 

I wish that l would learn to play nice

Throwing all my cards in the air is apettern in my little life

If I liked myself more if I wasn't so afraid to die

This is not fiction, you're the best

Not Sophie and not Danielle

My home isn't home to me anymore

I was so redundant when you went next door 

On a bus to London, ship to Finland

Your small green lite lit up the palm of my hand

I knew you were never gonna be my wife

At least on the drink and drugs uncan rely 

I wish that l would learn to play nice

Throwing all my cards in the air is a pattern in my little life

If I liked myself more if I wasn't so afraid to die

This is not fiction, you're the best

Not Sophie and not Danielle

Chorus

I wish that words could make things right

But love don't cut the mustard and and alone is how we will die

The past is another country I've forgotten my lines

On a bus to London

Afghanistan

On a boat to Finland Tajikistan

On a bus to London

A

On a ship to Finland your small green light

My home isn't home to me anymore

I was so redundant when you went next door 

On a bus to London, ship to Finland

Your small green lite ..

HOPE THAT WORDS CAN STILL PURIFY
THEPAST’S ANOTHER COUNTRY, PIECES OF ANOTHER TIME
THOSE LETTERS TO YOU, WRITTEN ON THE DARKEST NITES
I SAID A LOTTA THINGS - REMARKABLE HOW UGLY WORDS CAN BE

MY HOME ISNT HOME TOME ANYMORE;
I WAS SOREDUNDANT WHEN YOU WENT HOME
TO LONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

I TRIED PRETTY HARD TO MAKE YOU CRY
SLEEPING IN THE BACKOFMY CAR -  I WAS TODRUNK TO DRIVE
And i been DRAGGING IT OUT BUT to tell the truth u can lie
NO FICTION that u were BEST - NO SOPHIE, hannahs or, DANIELLES

MY HOME ISNT HOME TO ME ANYMORE;
I WAS SO REDUNDANT WHEN YOU WENT HOME
TOLONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

MY HOME ISNT HOME TO ME ANYMORE;

TOLONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

THE STREETS DESPISE ME I DESPISE THEM MORE

I know it's there

Im waiting for my next score

It's cold outside but I'm still waiting

I'm on the floor it's half past 4

I'm clinging sicking on the curtain 

I'm on my own living room

It's nice but it's not Molly's chambers

I'm waiting for O my Lord

pick me up off the pavement

I'm in a hole a dirty low

But I'm still dreaming of the city 

I'm waiting for God to come

I know he's there but I cant hear Him

To drag me up to break the hatred

Of my own self - everyone else

I see the moon but it is waning 

And pick me up off the pavement 

We wanted more but we got sold

Neo Liberal ideology

They said God is dead have this instead

I'm so cynical I'm not the spiritual

I'm waiting for anything at all 

I know it's there but I cant feel a thing

I hope its there cos I can't feel a thing 

demon in a hole

There's a dirty fucking demon in a hole

Every day just seems to bring another blow

Did the problems start when I got on first name terms with the coke 

Only drink and drugs would help me in a stress or a low

Was I just too fucking weak to fuckin. Grow ?

Living in a city playing show on show, it's what i lived for

Running round never paying what i owed

Now I've wholly given in to the cravings 

Disappointment never being a big deal

Broken dreams did I never had the ethic?

Far too easy some things came I got greedy 

Looking back it was warm - now it's fucking freezing

have i really been such a bad guy?

is it all cos i beg and steal and lie?

these questions go around my mind

i got heart but its sad to me there's nothing in the sky