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Liveable Shit
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So I got up this morning and I went to the loo
And it fucking stunk
Every morning I get in and it's the same time
Same drugs, same space, and it glides through the air
And by the time it's hit ya
It's been pacified by ten yards of fresh air
Liverpool shit
You put up with it
Liverpool shit
You put up with it
And the gnarly fucking arseholes who gather
No balls to do anything apart from slither
Mixed in with knowledge and no localism
Just fake accents mimicking from someone posh in there
Shoreditch, a vegetarian there
Lou fucking Reed, whoever
J.J. fucking Allen
Gеstures of violence to anyone that can't see or hеar them
That kind of prick, yeah
That kind of shit, Liverpool shit
Like three months of rape
Nobody likes a fucking Tory, right?
The Prime Minister's face hanging in the clouds
Like Gary Oldman's Dracula
As canoe weeds drive up to the fucking castle
Laughing really badly
Relentless like the kids on the bus
If you sat at the back next to a nice twat
Some judge's flag twat
Liverpool shit
Liverpool shit
You put up with it
Liverpool 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
So now I don't dream of anything
I just wait for it to turn up
It's the atmosphere out here
It's chopped my legs off, look
It's made me lazy
Made me worried 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, fuck it
Liverpool shit
Liverpool shit
You put up with it
Liverpool 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
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
You put up with it
You put up with it