Here’s a Story - Live at New Century Hall Songtext
von Seb Lowe
Here’s a Story - Live at New Century Hall Songtext
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Here′s a story, dad's a Tory
Mum′s a Neo-Suffragette
And I write "Fuck you" on my chest
And then I wear it like a crest
Dad, he never was the type to shy away from the press
When they asked about his family life, he shut up 'til his death
Am I a beneficiary of a despicable system?
I'd rather a pair of trainers than a Socialist Britain
Would she smile to the stage? Behind the curtain they′re scheming
If you got choice, there′s the illusion of freedom
Poverty, the thing that keeps 'em in the state they made it
Feed ′em 'til they′re satiated
Kill him 'cause he′s educated
Indecisive wankers in a box
And they'll give you all a job, but they'll give you all a boss
I think I′ve found a new place to call home
But it′s one of those homes where nobody hugs each other
Or shows any sign of affection, just not what they do there
No, no, no, oh, oh, oh
Here's a story, dad′s a Tory, but I don't give a shit
′Cause I couldn't care less about politics, I just want to get rich
Why would I interest myself in a political landscape?
When I don′t even know how to talk to people, and I want a car
I should put my priorities in a certain hierarchy, y'know?
You know people my age have made it and well, I haven't even started
Life′s not fair and political thought takes care
Of the unique question as to whether and where unfair′s fair, fair's too fair
And frankly, I couldn′t begin to be bothered
About a scruffy politician
It's question time, showstoppers
I like thinking about stuff, you know I′m talking about stuff
Don't take it too serious
Half the time I′m just like watching Netflix with a beer
Because lately, I've been playing ukulele
And thinking about nothing much else, no, no, no
Lately, I'ma tell you what′s new
I′ve been writing about funny shit, you know, songs about you
Thank you so much
Here′s a story, dad's a Tory
Mum′s a Neo-Suffragette
And I write "Fuck you" on my chest
And then I wear it like a crest
Dad, he never was the type to shy away from the press
When they asked about his family life, he shut up 'til his death
Am I a beneficiary of a despicable system?
I'd rather a pair of trainers than a Socialist Britain
Would she smile to the stage? Behind the curtain they′re scheming
If you got choice, there′s the illusion of freedom
Poverty, the thing that keeps 'em in the state they made it
Feed ′em 'til they′re satiated
Kill him 'cause he′s educated
Indecisive wankers in a box
And they'll give you all a job, but they'll give you all a boss
I think I′ve found a new place to call home
But it′s one of those homes where nobody hugs each other
Or shows any sign of affection, just not what they do there
No, no, no, oh, oh, oh
Here's a story, dad′s a Tory, but I don't give a shit
′Cause I couldn't care less about politics, I just want to get rich
Why would I interest myself in a political landscape?
When I don′t even know how to talk to people, and I want a car
I should put my priorities in a certain hierarchy, y'know?
You know people my age have made it and well, I haven't even started
Life′s not fair and political thought takes care
Of the unique question as to whether and where unfair′s fair, fair's too fair
And frankly, I couldn′t begin to be bothered
About a scruffy politician
It's question time, showstoppers
I like thinking about stuff, you know I′m talking about stuff
Don't take it too serious
Half the time I′m just like watching Netflix with a beer
Because lately, I've been playing ukulele
And thinking about nothing much else, no, no, no
Lately, I'ma tell you what′s new
I′ve been writing about funny shit, you know, songs about you
Thank you so much
Writer(s): Seb Lowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com