Album Name : The Art of Saying Nothing
Release Date : 2010-02-24
Song Duration : 2:45
Imperial Leisure Beer Belly
SKANK!
We're living on the outside of real life,
When nonsense fills the contents of our minds,
I laugh till teardrops drip from my eyes,
I drift home when I spit foam ???
What happens here is what ???
And find a bed between me and my mates musical beer,
Drunk position, getting pissed, and you had to
volunteer.
And we're not getting older for another twenty years.
I get drunk with arseholes,
You can't tear us apart.
And when it's time for the sun to come out,
You'll find us down the park.
So congratulations,
You pissed your life away.
Your beer belly's looking like a baby,
But that's fine, we're OK.
I'm looking at plump boobs and cold brews,
I catch flu when I spend nights out with you.
Nothing I say is original or true,
Inspired by the writing on the men's loos.
I ain't got much but I'm willing to share,
??? playing musical chairs.
I exist and that's about it,
So don't come near.
If you expect common sense,
We're doing fine right here.
I get drunk with arseholes,
You can't tear us apart.
And when it's time for the sun to come out,
You'll find us down the park.
So congratulations,
You pissed your life away.
Your beer belly's looking like a baby,
But that's fine, we're OK.
Three bottles of cider, before 11.30,
Makes me feel so dirty, but good.
Three bottles of cider, before 11.30,
Came between you and me, FUCKING!