The Royal Fuck Up - Cosmo Jarvis

Sometimes people can’t see certain

Things apart from when they’re

Looking down at you.

Gonna make you well pissed.

It is easier for them to

Make their judgements in advance.

They’re not for you,

Not really what you wished for.

And in the rain, you are the same.

You both are wet and cold again,

And you’re both just girls,

And you can multi-task and stuff.

And sometimes people find it hard

To mingle with the different folk,

They lock their doors,

Living with opinions is tough.

You’re just an idea that your parents had one day.

You’re just an idea that your parents had one day.

Being here might make you happy,

Being here might make you sad,

But it’s still a damn good idea that your parents had.

Passing on this fictitious

Divinity to all their kids

And their kid’s kids.

And it will never end.

I’m still working out with sugar babies, the most pretty out of

All of them and then I work it

Out again because they are attractive young ladies,

Admit I copy their CDs, but I like track ten.

Juggling their heritage with

Single bedroomed families

With one toilet,

Gunna get on your nerves.

And we don’t live in the capital,

So all we do is

Have sex with our relatives.

We get what we deserve.

You’re just an idea that your parents had one day.

You’re just an idea that your parents had one day.

Being here might make you happy,

Being here might make you sad,

But it’s still a damn good idea that your parents had.

Maybe if we all did as

Her majesty, we all would

Die of being bored.

Our bones would seize up.

Public places act as waiting rooms

‘Til we can get to

Where we really are,

And then we get beat up.

Brushing shoulders with a stranger

Has become less frequent now

As time goes on

'Cause I might have scabies (love you dad).

Who has made these lines across

The seating plan of life

Because it wasn’t us.

We were all just babies.

Now we’re just annoying roommates sharing one big lump of planet

Every day and it is getting harder every second just to

Say what we would like, even if it isn’t right

And this is all our land.

People cannot look at you,

Relate to anything you do.

They nod their heads,

Pretend they understand…

Well the fat man might not be a pig,

But that female judge has a stupid wig

And they’ve never met,

But they think alike.

Hello the forties, here I come,

'Cause I would rather be a bum

Back then than now,

I think it sounds all right.

We’re nothing that we need to be,

So drown that whiskey

Like it’s tea with vodka in,

And get yourself to sleep.

This will make itself much worse

As generations learn

The way their parents were.

Words are what you keep.

The only girl I ever loved

Took twenty minutes to download,

But she was worth the wait,

She never moves.

If life’s a fight with baseball bats

And handbag slappings I know that

We’d all just fall,

We’d always lose.

You’re just an idea that your parents had one day.

You’re just an idea that your parents had one day.

Being here might make you happy,

Being here might make you sad,

But it’s still a damn good idea that your parents had.