Pacemaker (Explicit)

Pacemaker (Explicit) - Jamie T

Juveniles hide your porno mags

The girl's got problems at her yard

So she's packing up her bags full of rags

Her man got done from po na na

While the madre still in the kitchen smokes a twenty deck of fags

Body bags come back off planes from war torn Iraq

It's the stark naked truth a dark aftermath

Baby T the juice and the dog just barks

Remember man the bully always had the last laugh

It was a blast last night down the old 12 bar

White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car

With a lump in your throat she won't understand

Two's on a cigarette and talk blah blah

Bloody hell di ob li da glug down liquor

Life goes on for all the day trippers

Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger

By the end of this letter it may all be better

Well she's always asking with the who where and how

The girls say ooh la la

Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now

And the girls say ooh la la la la la la

From Trafalgar square where the crack pipe reeking

To in your dark damp flat the ceiling's leaking

You fell in love when you first started chatting

But got so bored cause she never stopped speaking

Consider this son one of bad behaviour

He's keeping all the freebies delivering the papers

Ya haters shake down fakers

Ah you'll never get nowhere cause I'm the pacemaker

Pretty please me ah she's easy on the eye

Some say that today only the good young die

Yippee yo ki yay it's been a right good day

I wanna ask questions but I don't mean to pry

How did you get to where you're going to

Before you came slowly moseying through this bar

You started your race

Johnny cock a roo wants his money

Better give up the man he's a fruit and nut bar

I'm serious he's a real nutter

Gotta see the GP coughing up lungs

And the doc said stop boy you're gonna die young

Well I haven't even started to do what I done

You young don't listen you just carry on

Well we heard it all before when you song got sung

Get a grip son why cause you always drunken

We're not captain it's just skivvy sunken

Hum drum drum drum love fast die young

Blister skin stumbling road rocky

And trespassers on the private property

Remember back then it was the rant and the banter

Young songs watch their young pa's get cancer

Vagabond sandy crying out for a nista

Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery

Well sing a long Sam this is a song about you

We all went out and we got pistola

I don't wanna fight he's a right big cunt

But the fellas say go on my son my son

Well it's all a bit of fun 'til someone gets done

But the fellas say go on my son my son

I'm more likely to pick up and run

But the fellas say go on my son my son

Ah f**k it well he's a right big cunt but I'll knock him one

F**k that run run