"The Jamie Oliver Petrol Station" lyrics

I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
I needed deli, but God I hate him
That man should not have his face on posters
I feel so angry or sad at most, huh

But then I think of the New York skyline
The West Cork of the Yankee eyeline
Then get to thinking I have been wrong though
Let me explain, 'cause I'm never wrong though

Things are ugly to me, I get it
A flip phone with a lack of credit
And others beautiful, I remember
Blanch' right at the end of December

So, okay, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this
I'm saying, okay, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this, oh

Mm, this is making no sense to the average listener
Let me try to explain myself in a few words

I make up places like Finglas, Tennessee
A mish-mash of what should and shouldn't be
'Cause smoking area concerned glances
'She's really mental. It's not just acting.'

There's always something I'm missing out on
Overdosing on social Calpol
Overeager to make acquaintance
With someone normal and nice who'll explain it

You like forgetting one day you'll stop breathing
And you'll have wasted your time on seething
I said I'm wasting my time on seething
And hey you're not so good yourself
Come learn my mantra, it's like

Okay, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this
So, okay, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this, oh

Aw, I'm still not explaining myself very well at all
Let me try, let me try again, let me try

It's the fear of not getting the dole
And the joy of then chopping it up with the card that you draw it on
Coming through town and then seeing the type of the people you missed
Who'd have died back in Dublin
The jeans that I'm wearing are very expensive
It's not a reflection, reflection, reflection
Sinéad in Ratoath and Sinéad in the sky
The Sinéads that I'll meet on the by and by
And the fear of the freedom of being released again
Feel seventeen again
Washing the sheets with the lies that I don't even know that I've told
'Cause I've mixed them all up
Yeah, the cactus is cold
It's like

Okay, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this
I'm saying, okay, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this
I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this
I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a bitch
The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this
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I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
I needed deli, but God I hate him
That man should not have his face on posters
I feel so angry or sad at most, huh