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