Lyrics to The Good Life
So, I'm not punching down, lads
I'm gonna style it out
I'm gonna make out I'm not doing it
But in reality, I am
The one thing they don't tell ya
If ya get anywhere with an idea
Is the trail of cheesy bastards
That come straight after you, like here!
I’m not punching down, just gonna remove you from the equation
I'm gonna get rid quick, like tattoos on Pete Davidson
It's alright, I mean so-fucking-what?
But what have you been sniffing?
You're fucking terrible! My God!
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
Twenty-five thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
Yeah
I like yobs that chug your quiet castors, oily from the gob
And I could ruin all you tatty bastards
Trying to style it out with stuffed that’s robbed
Oi, judo master
Climbing the stairs of fire
My guy's еdgy in a lumpy car
You got a flat fuckin' tyre
You got awards for joyless faces 'causе your fans like joyless shit
You got poses while the tour photographer polishes the turd, ya prick
On your head like a parrot
You wear crap clothes like Jasper Carrott
You're not a Large, you're a Tedium
Waist down, waste side, feeding them
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
Twenty-five thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
It's real, you're fucking fake shit
Like, fucking all the time
I smack my head
In a smelly bed
And I cry like a fucking child
My fucking head's gone, fuck it
Fucking bastard, see
Like everybody else alive, I think there's only this pain in me
Smashed against the rocks, the boats that hit Skull Island
Tory Kong and flames that spit to entice his rage in silence
I'm the MAGA man with a severed hand
I'm Evel Knievel's stunt cyclist in a nowhere fucking land
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
Twenty-five thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
I'm gonna style it out
I'm gonna make out I'm not doing it
But in reality, I am
The one thing they don't tell ya
If ya get anywhere with an idea
Is the trail of cheesy bastards
That come straight after you, like here!
I’m not punching down, just gonna remove you from the equation
I'm gonna get rid quick, like tattoos on Pete Davidson
It's alright, I mean so-fucking-what?
But what have you been sniffing?
You're fucking terrible! My God!
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
Twenty-five thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
Yeah
I like yobs that chug your quiet castors, oily from the gob
And I could ruin all you tatty bastards
Trying to style it out with stuffed that’s robbed
Oi, judo master
Climbing the stairs of fire
My guy's еdgy in a lumpy car
You got a flat fuckin' tyre
You got awards for joyless faces 'causе your fans like joyless shit
You got poses while the tour photographer polishes the turd, ya prick
On your head like a parrot
You wear crap clothes like Jasper Carrott
You're not a Large, you're a Tedium
Waist down, waste side, feeding them
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
Twenty-five thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
It's real, you're fucking fake shit
Like, fucking all the time
I smack my head
In a smelly bed
And I cry like a fucking child
My fucking head's gone, fuck it
Fucking bastard, see
Like everybody else alive, I think there's only this pain in me
Smashed against the rocks, the boats that hit Skull Island
Tory Kong and flames that spit to entice his rage in silence
I'm the MAGA man with a severed hand
I'm Evel Knievel's stunt cyclist in a nowhere fucking land
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
I can see a phantom
Twenty-five thousand fathoms
I can see a phantom
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
You know the good life's better for me
You know the good life feels like it must when you're free
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