Colin Firth’s First Birthday Songtext
von Popes of Chillitown

Got a new smirk
Making much mirth
Cutting up my face in the mirror cos I wanna look like Colin Firth
I weren′t born first
Runt of the litter you can roll me in glitter
But I'm still a fucking turd

Special like an early bird
Back to the Ireland
People digging up dirt
Burn pon fire
Sleep and I eat
And I′m digging up peat til a man retire


Spade, call it a spade
Stick it in the ground til I dig my grave
More money in the hand watch the paddies get rich
Stick us in a corner tell us take our pick
Big like mountain
Shouting, spouting
Ruining the family outing
Dash shrapnel coins at the fountain
Get my willy out
It's a miracle. I'm at the pinnacle now problems are mounting
Tell me why the Thomases are doubting

Some people just wanna do nothing
Me, I wanna do less

Churches are worthless without the people inside, all the servants
Serves no purpose
Silent murmurs resonate loud with a certain nervous ardent fervour
Cash make money go further
(Give it to me)

Man I can save in the Vatican way
Got bare cash stashed in the tabernacle anyway
Another soul, another lump sum
Another stealth tax coming from a healthy income

I′m feeling kinda lazy I don′t know if I should get up and try life
Or stay in bed until the sun retires
I'm feeling mildly crazy
Blame it on the light
I should stay away until the sun retires

Answer the dark truth inside of you