Lyrics:
alright then, I can not stop her.
The makeup box has always got,
Ever such a lot of odds and sods, in there to offer.
She needs paints to make her
English life is a low grade civil war
The odds and sods of humanity
Still don't have a chance
No matter what they say
Some are malign, others benign
English life is a low grade civil war
The odds and sods of humanity
Still don't have a chance
No matter what they say
Some are malign, others benign
With the propositions you offer ridden with contradiciton
From the bollocks written in a book along with odd traditions
Sod religion truthfully soon
pretty beaches, odds and sods
A strange director made this movie (yes, he
did)
when all got raided by the cops
So she ran through the pool door
back to her
You get your basic flat-disc spirals
Your eggy elliptical pods
Lenticular long ones
Irregular odds and sods
Like cities of stars with exotic bars
and bobs, and odds and sods
I haven't looked in it in a while
I wonder whether that time has passed me by
I want to clutch it close in my arms
Never let it
the sea
It’s a serious business
I need these distractions
Retail therapy
Bogus gods
Wholesale messages
Odds and sods
You bought your lifestyle
From
Pieced together from odds and sods,
An old Walkman and a mother board
Fully built in a matter of months
A walking, talking automaton
It sings,
the land of the gods
Others will look away
No more odds and sods
Bring 'em to the ground
Make them feel your love
We hold back the meaning
And we never look
she acting like a god
she's lucy in the skies
so i guess odd and sod
OMG oh my god
She can be anything
told ya sing, sink, kink and wink
or she, did
exhaled descends
Ashtrays flush with dead nub ends
A spoon rattled round a Pyrex mug
The clientele was variety
The odds and sods of society
No one excluded
the sun, I should of just stopped and watched
I'm an odd sod, overthinking got me shocked
Was a hot shot, then you went and messed it up
I know you wanna
of the odds, I'm right so sod the bods and boffins
Ripped off the population, mind manipulation
War of attrition, no contrition, call it retribution
job
In the middle of what can't mirror this god
Pitty that sod, broke and odd
Broken locks them man beg key
Bait for the sharks victims at sea
Creps
that B and
Might ride the beat crazy and make your per diem
Against all the odds
I'm turning the sod
Dead or alive giving my life to God
A man of my word
the sod, bet our odds don't cross
28 niggas on a mixtape
Half em in the brain, I'm a split case
Niggas getting mad they ain't this great
Shxggy ain't the man
enough
and if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
poked,
enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We've scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
pillow
but i slumber on the sod
cause obviously, quite obviously I'm odd
When i was just a kitten,
they'd said i'd be a gem
But now that i'm a cheshire
you get fantastic reductions
You're a cheeky sod
You've changed the odds
Well if that's what you want
Dump the nag, and then you're shopping in
up the camera and pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod
The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its
up the camera and pissed twice on her
Look, two pees and a tripod
The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod?
Kick it back in its
We all need the security that belonging brings
Can't stand on your own in these times
Against all the odds
You all just fall behind like all
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