[Intro]
Look at me, the loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room, I tell you that
[Verse 1: Lou Sinergy]
Welcome to Britain
Full of blood-s**ing pigeons
Hypocritical politicians
Prince Williams and Pippa Middletons
Peroxide blondes with NHS silicon
Welcome to England
Full of sun-tanned winters
Young and privileged
Eating sweets in the shotgun seats of kiddy-fiddlers
Where year six fit list's are as potent as Schindler's
Welcome to Ellesmere Port
Not far from Helsby or an Elm Street thought with empty stores of rent-free p**n
Riddled with twenty-four year-olds
Because at dirty destiny they were yet to score
Welcome to
Mannequin paint brush smiles
And puppeteer elbow move handshake's welcoming you
Now you see why my retina bleeds
I'm about to show these talk a lot's what deep seated linguistic dilemma means
[Hook: Rag N Bone Man]
Welcome to the place that I love
But ain't proud to be from
Where they tell you what you can do
Where you can go
That ain't freedom
Welcome to a place I used to love
Used to feel so free in
Where my mother raised me
Where you're gonna gave to raise your babies
[Verse 2: Lou Sinergy]
Welcome to John McLane personas, '05 Motorolas
Focused on the throne so much, we're suffocated Otis
Here's a line of Columbian c**aine Mr. Sinergy
Welcome to showbiz, and a life of
A walking cyanide shop with
Spiderwebs falling out where my wrist's slashed
Welcome to the chronicles of
The lost Koi carp, being pulled backwards
While scrutinizing his missing fish tank
Welcome 'Look Both Ways' before you cross the boy racers' brothel
The noise making of them
Contours an apesh** shotgun
Hypothetically of course
Welcome to the Olympian washed-up
Sperm Whale long-jump
Goodbye to the friends who think
Cerebral abuse earns them a eulogist
I am used to it
(Used to what?)
Used to being welcomed by a troop of wasps
Video k**ed the radio-star when I started shooting the charts
[Hook]