Work Work Work - Pub Club Sleep

Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks
 Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again
 In the back of my head
 I'll smash your fucking face in
 Ok, that's it, take a deep breath
 I've got to get out of here
 I've got to clear my head
 I've got to clear my head
 It's all these words, ideas and different arguments
 Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense
 From all this stress that is constantly going on
 I just drift along with no focus or meaning
 Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
 I just drift along with no focus or meaning
 I've got the same shirt on for two days in a row
 With a soya sauce stain so everyone knows
 Can shower and scrub
 Still smell like the smoking bit in a Weatherspoons pub
 I'll have my lunch early, get some sugar in my blood
 My clothes still smell of last night
 I've got to clear my head
 It's all these words, ideas and different arguments
 Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense
 From all this stress that is constantly going on
 I just drift along with no focus or meaning
 Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
 I just drift along with no focus or meaning
 Why do these tourists walk so slow?
 Especially now I've got somewhere to go?
 And a posh sounding girl, going on and on
 About her dog and Mr. Morgan
 It sounds so funny when I hear you calling!
 Mum be like 'boy what you doing?'
 Please shut up and try and sound confident
 In a crap job when your minicourse is done
 It's all these words, ideas and different arguments
 Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense
 From all this stress that is constantly going on
 I just drift along with no focus or meaning
 Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
 I just drift along with no focus or meaning