Andrew Fearn - Dull lyrics

Dull Dull It's all dull Shadow sentences You look out Curbs, road paint, burned a mile You better look out Across the routine In town then out The flow of day should give way to night Time and off Four days on, seven off Work like f**, top off No good news is all it is Few perks, try and live your life f**ing go berserk We are the cheap flights Looking at the Ferrari On show in duty-free Choice of two hundred car tickets From three pound fifty Bag of f*gs, fry 'em Falling out of rumbling cracks But not me I'm sick of the fat so far mixed in, mate, gluten free Try scrolling down a website, the NME, without laughing I'll give you ten quid if you can keep a straight face Honestly, just f**ing try it, mate Dull Dull Dull Dull Jump sticks roll around my hand Big screen airport stand Full flights, two-hour journey Big Bill [?], big fat Bernie Bernie Winters, rolex splinters Schnorbitz on the pole He's got his chappy hat Rescue dogs ain't f**ing dull Like you, like me Let's do star jumps with white teeth [?] We don't sell our souls anymore, give it away for free "Please Please Me" Dead bingo Brexit loves that f**ing Ringo Safe bet, all the oldies grope for d**h Strapped down, watched 'em, and stride fast Why not? You wanna k** people [?] No sweet [?], we should take the house and f** 'em Why not? You wanna k** people [?] Dull Dull Dull Dull Timeline's in the bin All this f**ing expert knowledge Slating the big guns Getting locked up like Porridge On your keyboard, Evil Knievel How to win pens and scribble on people Essence of life, little worms and light up when you look at the sky Constellation, masturbation But that was said by me I don't fumble in my jungle I'm wa*king free, born free Free's not right, that's not good Spend your life on f**ing p**nHub Black and orange, what'd you say? Sexy this and what a farce The reality of pinching too much arse Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull Dull