Nightmare

[Intro] He's, uh, troubled by ideas It's not just, uh, Covid-19 It's, uh, you know, uh, just all kinds of stuff going on I guess that's the primary [Verse 1: Joey Bradbury] From the bottom of your heart It was over from the start And the bottom of the barrel Maybe we should skedaddle I'm caged up like an animal I'm getting juiced up, yeah, on the Anavar Next time you see me, I'll be ripped like some basic bitch jeans Joey Exotic sort of bullshit, living the American meme [Chorus: Rowan Martin & Joey Bradbury] Oh, no, it's not fair You're a nightmare, you're a nightmare [Verse 2: Joey Bradbury] Day fifty of Covid-19 Sitting on my arse is meant to be a dream But I'm scared the old lady isn't listening I try to tell her different, but she says I've got some front All I've ever wanted was the front of the NME But the NME don't cover me [Chorus: Rowan Martin & Joey Bradbury] Oh, no, it's not fair You're a nightmare, you're a nightmare [Interlude: Joey Bradbury] In a lot of ways, it's a dream In a lot of ways, it's, well, it's a nightmare [Verse 3: Joey Bradbury] Smooth like the back of your neck Like my hairless chest, like my favourite silk dress Made my idols my peers What did you do for the last six years? I might be a fat, depressed addict You wouldn't know 'cause you've never had it And it is a disease, they say it isn't contagious But I think it runs in the family 'cause it comes around in stages I make a meal out of everything Could make a million out of the songs I sing Yeah, it's just a pipe dream And yeah, it just might seem That it's not about to happen But I've put too much into it and I'm terribly worn out So if the house insists on winning, I'm getting dragged out [Chorus: Rowan Martin & Joey Bradbury] Oh, no, it's not fair You're a nightmare, you're a nightmare Oh, no, it's not fair You're a nightmare, you're a nightmare