letra de meat teeth - benefits
where will you be?
alone on your meat rack? poundshop balzac, where will you be?
up against some television p-ss wall, gimp faced clown in hand me downs. plastic frowns. where will you be?
endless f-ck all. lazy f-cking free for all. glued to the phone, in that room full of people but all alone, eyes blue glow. where will you be?
that male pr-ck sh-t. letting f-cking rip. tippy tap tip tip, usual sh-t, tweeting like f-cking d-ck. where will you be?
sitting in the flames, all drunk on awe, mustard f-cks
never out of luck. keeping calm, carrying on, little sup, f-cking up. wherе will you be?
hypocrisy lol, corruption lol, f-cking lol lol lol lol
where will you bе?
feet up, ten pound an hour, the power
as your background friends scour
billy big time stuffed full, audi on tick with a boot full
where will you be?
big christmas gut full. a little bit thick…
and there’s an angel on your shoulder that thinks you’re a pr-ck
where will you be?
clutching that flag, dreaming of empires and crowns
and fighting at the front in provincial f-cking towns
where will you be?
you’re saluting yourself, hailing the thief
grinning with your rotten f-cking meaty f-cking t–th
spiralling down, where will you be?
you’re f-cking haywaining, clueless, rudderless, overdosed on your own stubbornness, where will you be?
down in the street, drunk in the dirt, facedown in the sh-t
l!cking the boot, l!cking the dream
the -rs- kissing cat who got the dregs of the cream
where will you be where will you be where will you be
…anarchy’s not what it used to be
you see? you see? you see?
where will you be?
kitchen towelling the guts of a sh-tty past
half -rs-d. half hearted. half cut. we’re all f-cked
where will you be?
suffocating in scandal, endlessly
are you under the baton or gripping it?
where’s your anger, where’s your rage, where’s your dignity?
yet i get it
i’m the one i’m always complaining about
i’m the sheep, half asleep
shouting along with those who agree with me
we need the ears of the f-ckers that have blocked you and me
where will you be?
it’s all too f-cking twee. where’s the good stuff?
he’s just doing his f-cking best and you think that’s enough
where will you be?
will we learn, will we ever f-cking learn?
where will you be when england burns?
when england burns
where will you be?
flames l!cking st georges heel
itching the bones, f-cking up your smartphones
the decking’s up in smoke
you’re a lifeless statistic, a reliable vote
you can’t see it. you can’t feel it. you’re done. you’re spent
you’re happy with your burnt out lot
you’re happy with all this trophy sh-t you’ve got
are you best left to rot?
so f-ck the lot. f-ck the lot. f-ck. the. lot
where will you be? where will you be?
when england burns
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