Shackleton

I get home horny from the gym So hot but you're still on Cause I ain't done with pumping iron, baby You know how twisted I can get Like Harry Hill on happy pills A posh tart playing squash And her lawyers rugby tackling each other Down your corridor of power You don't get that prize on a plate, man You end up in the side as a disco slave You end up in the side as a disco slave We're all whores in someone else's business, man We're all whores in someone else's business, man (we'rе all whores baby!) We're all whorеs in someone else's business, man (we're all whores!) We're all whores in someone else's business, man (I know what it's like) To work 'till your hands are cut and dry Or your brain's chopped and fried Your taxes go on social benefits For gossies and fucking terrorist You work hard everyday and play damn hard every night And there's not energy left to do that evening class that would get you out Fall asleep on the way home And then drink, properly drink Dear God, I will drink and I will smoke Like no man before me has ever had or ever will Every penny I have slaved for Go out and blown in one glorious, glorious night A blinding light in the dumb abyss of dull men I wanna ask that farmer for a light Of the biggest [figure???] for a fright I will hunger and sway for the balls Bounce the world like a ball for the animals Like Shackleton before me I feel as high as a mountain My free mind [???] Image of a [???] framed To look the demon up on my face And maybe down the stairs where the sun rushes shadows And knows what [???] This time I am orange juice [???] I am born again I am born again I am born again I am born again I am born again I am born again I am born again