Fuck Ups Lyrics - Holloways

Look, here comes another man 

With another sorry story to tell 

And you can bet he'll tell me all about 

The time he fell from Heaven to Hell 

Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same 

[Incomprehensible] from his life's little games 

Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone 

But you're gonna bury me with your total misery 

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill 

I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I won't 

If I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure 

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

I think they're killing me with their grim reality 

Look, here comes another drunk 

With a face longer than Bin Laden's 

And he has drunk so much alcohol 

He can no longer get a hard-on 

Not that he'll ever get a chance to use it 

Women are intelligent, he is stupid 

Lost and lonely he will remain 

No amount of alcohol will wash his misery away 

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill 

I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I won't 

Will I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

I think they're killing me with their grim reality 

Well, a thirty-three year old grandma 

Comes up to me and says 

"My family's gonna take over this council estate 

If we keep on giving birth at this rate" 

"I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma 

By the age of seventy-five 

And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive 

I don't care if I'm dead or alive" 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

I think they're killing me with their grim reality 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

If your live is going wrong, you'd better sing along 

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up 

You fucked up fuck ups