Andrew Fearn - Cuddly lyrics

I had an organic chicken it was sh** As the day played out In the evenings pit Homeowner man i'm a family guy Brexcity roller we do and still die Less than zero, flat in the head Lobbin' up d** to get out of us heads Every f**ing week there's another Black d**h, another old man in a robe n that, yea bleak, dale winton super market sweep, feudals got a game too it ain't as bad, there's a bigger prize and it's called f**ing land grab, have that, oh tar, I think I'll call myself Lord ba*tard of sir bast dar dar Throw a load -round let it rot- on the ground Throw a load -round let it rot -on the ground Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear Sod ya little promises nobody f**ing cares Hanging out the back of the monied few Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once we will realize It will happen suddenly you ain't f**in' cuddly A life sentence down Lol, what next? Exorcist pukeOn my chatty vest The score of the street past the shops rotting meat the d**h of the customer, no meet, no greet, no half time, a full 90 minutes screaming sh** all the time, sh** players, hair transplants, Leo Sayers, what does million quid a week bring when ya brain can't tell ya legs to kick the f**in' thing Throw a load -round let it rot- on the ground Throw a load -round let it rot -on the ground Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear Sod ya little promises nobody f**ing cares Hanging out the back of the monied few Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once we will realize It will happen suddenly you ain't f**in' cuddly Reduced timetable as the stairs get blocked At iPhone level, no joke I draw a tenner out and my fingers get sniffed on the used 10 pound notes Coke, no joke Over ground and the sites don't encourage good learning, my fingers drop sh**, finger nails are curling they're f**ing gurning Lob gob, this is our tree but there's no chance of reaching the tree top-or what, probably not, as the case may be, luck is charm, a bracelets arm snatching itself back from the wrong palm x2 Throw a load -round let it rot- on the ground Throw a load -round let it rot -on the ground Ain't cuddly what ya doin', sod ya teddy bear Sod ya little promises nobody f**ing cares Hanging out the back of the monied few Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once we will realize It will happen suddenly you ain't f**in' cuddly