Liveable Shit

So I got in this morning, and walked ... (oh shit... just keep it going) So I got in this morning And I went to the loo And he walked out the cubicle And it fucking stunk Every morning, I get it and it's same time, same trap, same stink And it glides through the air By the time it's hit you It's been pacified by 10 yards of fresh air Liveable shit, you put up with it Liveable shit, you put up with it And the gnarly fucking arseholes that gather No balls to do anything apart from slither Mixed in with knowledge and no localism Just fake accents knicked from someone posh they might have met In Shoreditch A vegetarian vet Lou fucking Reed Whoever G.G. fucking Allen Gestures of violence to anyone that can't see or hear them That kind of prick That kind of shit Liveable shit Like three months of rain Nobody likes a fucking Tory reign The Prime Minister's face hanging in the clouds like Gary Oldman's Dracula As Keanu Reeves drove up to the fucking castle Laughing really badly Relentless Like the gears on a bus if you're sat at the back Next to a noisy twat St. George's flag twat Liveable shit, Liveable shit Liveable shit, you put up with it Liveable 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 (No, no, no, no, no now listen no no no hold on hold on just fucking no no fucking hold on just hold on hold on) So now I don't dream of anything I just wait for it to turn up It's the atmosphere around here It's chopped me legs off, look Made me lazy Made me worry 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 You fucking... Liveable shit (Was that any good?) Liveable shit, you put up with it Liveable 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