"Big Pharma" lyrics
Yes, lads
Literally ripping through waga's my hardness
Yo shit yaself, anti-vaxers
So pony, so fucking mid-life rabbit chatter
All ya non-mates chatter after ya
How bleak
You got a face like ain't seen any rain for ages
Creek
Dead from the waist of space up
Chilli chicken ramen and hop ale
Dead deer on the road, look
I tipped up
That's how it is innit on the high street
When they're eating their hats
You wanna put a bit salt in it, you jealous twat
No drama until he pulled out Big pharma
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
Squares, shade, flecked wood and tyres go rubber on the road
Boo
You didn't make it, did you?
Dying for the right cause is the most human thing we can do
But I'd rather stay alive
And fuck you
I got a coffee high, and my devices have made me twice as high
Everyone stood near the counter
I take my chips down the pier, oh dear
Seagull gangsters
Everyone at the counter's laughing like fuck
Seagulls trying to eat my chips, the set of cunts
DJ joke explainer
Cluttered up grim on the roads, six hours
It's like a blocked artery
A white pudding tapestry, ey?
Raw burgers wrapped in rags
No running water
Horroritised
Even my dark disregard for anything is now monetised
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama until he pulled out Big pharma
No drama
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
You fuckin' skinhead for?
Slick suit
Street wear for
Ya a Trumpist
He's got a point though annie, how?
How's he got a point?
Tell me now, tell me
Don't grin into your watch and drink more punk brew
What's the deal with all you tossers fronting dogshit like Freedom for People?
Yes, lads
Clicked and shift to new advertising boards
You wanna go, man?
I don't wanna go anywhere with you
You just end up feeling so bad
Fighting with the remaining members of Black Flag
Fighting behind the curtain like Vladimir Putin
With an home visit from Gucci trying to put a fitted shirt on
Yes, lads
Anti-vaxers
Punk IPA and wide-leg trousers
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
Literally ripping through waga's my hardness
Yo shit yaself, anti-vaxers
So pony, so fucking mid-life rabbit chatter
All ya non-mates chatter after ya
How bleak
You got a face like ain't seen any rain for ages
Creek
Dead from the waist of space up
Chilli chicken ramen and hop ale
Dead deer on the road, look
I tipped up
That's how it is innit on the high street
When they're eating their hats
You wanna put a bit salt in it, you jealous twat
No drama until he pulled out Big pharma
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
Squares, shade, flecked wood and tyres go rubber on the road
Boo
You didn't make it, did you?
Dying for the right cause is the most human thing we can do
But I'd rather stay alive
And fuck you
I got a coffee high, and my devices have made me twice as high
Everyone stood near the counter
I take my chips down the pier, oh dear
Seagull gangsters
Everyone at the counter's laughing like fuck
Seagulls trying to eat my chips, the set of cunts
DJ joke explainer
Cluttered up grim on the roads, six hours
It's like a blocked artery
A white pudding tapestry, ey?
Raw burgers wrapped in rags
No running water
Horroritised
Even my dark disregard for anything is now monetised
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama until he pulled out Big pharma
No drama
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
You fuckin' skinhead for?
Slick suit
Street wear for
Ya a Trumpist
He's got a point though annie, how?
How's he got a point?
Tell me now, tell me
Don't grin into your watch and drink more punk brew
What's the deal with all you tossers fronting dogshit like Freedom for People?
Yes, lads
Clicked and shift to new advertising boards
You wanna go, man?
I don't wanna go anywhere with you
You just end up feeling so bad
Fighting with the remaining members of Black Flag
Fighting behind the curtain like Vladimir Putin
With an home visit from Gucci trying to put a fitted shirt on
Yes, lads
Anti-vaxers
Punk IPA and wide-leg trousers
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
No drama
No drama till he pulled out Big pharma
Writer(s): Jason Williamson, Andrew Robert Fearn
