Saturday's the night to go out
Rolling up Nellie without doubt
Mirror's on the flat scraping plumb
I'm feeling numb, numb, numb, numb
And Daddy's got his hand in the bag
(He's on a win, baby)
Mummy's laying back drinking gin
(She needs a break maybe)
I'm just sitting there like a kid
I want to know, know, know, know.
Cus I'm always trying to make a mess of me and I can't hold back
Always trying to make a mess of me and I can't relax
It's so bad
It's so bad
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Sunday is the day to pay rent
But I've got not a buck or a cent
Bankers calling up on the phone
I need to pay back the loan
And Daddy's got himself a new scheme
(He needs a win, baby)
Mummy's laying back drinking gin
(She's gonna leave maybe)
I'm just sitting there like a kid
I want to know, know, know, know
Cus I'm always trying to make a mess of me and I can't hold back
Always trying to make a mess of me and I can't relax
It's so bad
It's so bad
I, the heir of the throne
And I feel like a chip off the old block
My, my future neglect
Is pushing in too soon
Bending over backwards
To satisfy my doom
Reaching for my gun
I feel like the one
I feel like I'm his son.
Cus I'm always trying to make a mess of me and I can't hold back
Always trying to make a mess of me and I can't relax
It's so bad
It's so bad