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Are you a right fucker or just a fuckee?
Are you train or tunnel? And will you always be?
Are you fine cuisine or own brand beans?
Are you all about the taste, or just the calories?
It makes you itchy itchy
Itchy itchy
It makes you itchy itchy
It makes you itchy itchy
Are you going to toil until retirement day?
Could you even have a life if you ever got away?
Are you too good for this or not good enough?
Are you staring at the Artex contemplating stuff that makes you
Itchy itchy
It makes you itchy itchy
Itchy itchy
Oh, it makes you so itchy itchy
Sometimes I shop in Lidl
But what’s the deal with all that weird stuff down the middle?
Itchy itchy
Itchy itchy
Oh, it makes you so itchy itchy
Itchy itchy
You’re like a sausage, mate
Do you know what I mean?
Your insides should never be seen
Sausage!
Are you prone to that or are you prone to this?
Are you a cog in the machine or a naughty spanner in the mix?
Should you toe the line or should you kick against the pricks?
Should you be happy with your lot? And should you really be this sick?
Do you lie awake at night analysing all you’ve said?
Drinking shitty coffee laced with existential dread?
Can life be any more than some stuff that’s been accrued?
Are you going to make your own or will you get it done to you?
It makes you
Itchy itchy
Itchy itchy
It makes you so itchy itchy
Aah, itchy itchy
I don’t know, itchy itchy
So itchy itchy
It makes you so itchy itchy
Itchy itchy