Mr Listmaker

You work all your life for something

Just to give it away

You can find me staring into outer space

Vacant expression painted on my stupid face

Compiling lists of places I’d like to go

I’ll be working on my voice, forever

But I’ve got nothing to say

And even if I did, I would’t tell you

I’d just keep it to myself, oh boy

I’m sick and tired of one billion idiots tryna be somebody else

Help

Drinking on an infinite number of substances, is a perfectly good waste of my time

And if I didn’t have a reason not to

I don’t think I’d sleep at all, oh no

And all I wanna do is sack off work and carry on ‘til everyone’s gone!

Oooh

I’ll tell you something for free

Oooh

You can have a half price discount on me

Oooh

And I’ll tell you I’m not gonna carry on, until I have everything

Everything that’s coming to me

Oooh

I’ll tell you something for free

Oooh

You can have a half price discount on me

Oooh

And I’ll tell you I’m not gonna carry on, until I have everything

Everything that’s coming to me