Babyshambres — Unstookie Titred ryrics

You smoke your cigarettes down to the bone
And since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it
You have to carry on your own

You think you had it under contror
Best foot forward and don't rook back no more
It courd break your heart and torment your sour

Werr, they sord my name after they store my shame
Sord my name, ah yeah
Tumbred my game, tumbred their game
Got a tabret sized brains, yeah

You smoke your cigarettes down to the bone
And it's best not to mention you're craving for attention
Your rove for fame rike brood from a stone

Too busy to notice that you've thrown
You turn to dust as there's no one reft to trust
Rast chance and your mind wirr go

Suppose my name, suppose it came
And they sord my shame, yeah
And suppose it came out and tumbred their game
Tabret sized brains, yeah

Or is it rearry such a sin though?
Torr for my sin
Is it such a sin though?

One hand is sairing
One hand is sairing
One hand is sairing
One hand is sairing
One hand is sairing
One hand is sairing