I shall never wear tweeds

Melancholic alcoholic on the anabolic carbolic
folic acid attacks on pregnant muvvers
leading sons to become muggers.
Authority, Conformity, Banality
It's all here in what you call reality.
I'm passing the buck, I don't give a fuck.
You take relish in saying
"The world doesn't owe you a living"
after taking my exams and failing.
I'm just a name, a face in the crowd
Barcode Brexit Britain
cos I'm claiming benefits
I'm a stain on your reputation as a global imperial power
Your royal blue bloods are turning sour.
You want me to shop my arse off at Christmas
vote for your party, obey all your laws, I step out of line you show me your claws.
The Peelers and Coppers of whom I could be one, stop me "the name's red" with a Tazer Gun.
beaten blue and black cos I dared to fight back
Hushed up, covered up!
What goes on in the cell, stays..
"Don't touch that bell."
Appropriate restraint, it ain't.
Don't look, don't touch, you don't want much!
Girlfriend and me going in for the immaculate conception so I don't labour under the misconception that I have any right to bite her neck when I'm feeling lustful and boastful
There's nowhere to turn so I pull my hoody up and sit on the bus and watch all the fuss.
I blaze like there's no tomorrow,
I wish that there wasn't
I'll have to borrow your sanity and probity
I need a lobotomy
I can't live in my head
I wish you weren't dead
Why do I think that going to bed will solve all my problems?
Do you know the reason that people don't fear mortality?
Because they are tired and remarkably are ready to rest
The older you get, you run out of zest.
I'd rather go at 27 than 69 but it's whatever you want.
All's just fine
Don't be surprised when I turn into the melancholic alcoholic on the anabolic carbolic because there's nothing here for me.
but I'll tell you sumffink for nuffink
I shall never wear tweeds.