Letras:
Blur Modern Life Is Rubbish

: Air cushioned soles, i bought them on the portobello road on saturday i stop and stare a while, a common pastime when conversation goes astray but

together the family around the table to eat enough to sleep and mother's pride is you epithet, that extra slice you will soon regret so going out is your

it washes you out. here is my violence and here is the excuse, i learnt it all but only second hand falling into walls well, what is it with you, you'

no jellybean, she's a jemima ho ho wish away. wish away i don't mind, i don't mind at all i love only you da do da da do here is here and i am here where

: I think too much on things i want too much it makes me hateful and i say stupid things only you can fill my blank heart and i'm resigned to that i

: Wash with new soap behind the collar keeps a clean mental state don't usually bother in cold weather but still i'm getting into work late and i don

I'd let the birds nest there instead Aha aha aha aha A gun in your pocket And hair in a locket Around your neck From the girl you once loved Where is

fed and watered with good company And when the day draws in You go into waltz time Wait for the cows to come home All your life

: The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps so she takes a bus into the country although she got herself rosy cheeks she didn't? leave enough mondey