Wonderland - Hak Baker

Don’t recover from these benders like I used to

I just bounce from wall to wall until I fall short

She let me use her 'cause she knew that she could use me too

Even a sociopath can find himself useful

And blow a few airs at my mentor man

It’s essential I get through this day without chip and beer

Tops off my dental

Lads from the east end turn a bloody Monday night mental

Eight pints in the pub

Corr blimey, that was eventful

Thirsty Thursday came with a banger bonanza

Feeling double weary, it’s a query to withstand

Do what we like, that’s the thesis of my mantra

Bloody fit bird to my left but I’m too drunk to stand up

Lost and found here on the weekly

Did I get here first or did one of my mates beat me?

Welcome to the wonderland

Gotta be intoxicated to even get a wristband

And there ain’t no qualms

Come here open palms

What you mean you’re fucked up, geez?

You ain’t gotta be alarmed

Welcome to the wonderland, welcome to the wonderland

Gotta be intoxicated to fly in and land

Don’t recover from these benders like I used to

This can’t be a hangover, mate, it’s too brutal

At least I got a lovely bird to my left

Would be to her detriment

Doing Sunday her low

She’s crucial

Chip my tooth again, this time on a bottle lid

Lads don’t take the time, no way

Always gotta throttle it

Where did that pill go?

Just seen my mate gobble it

No wonder he’s on the dance floor, quarters wobbling

Donner meat and chips is a rich meal for a working lad

Coming out the

Now he’s cooking up a house party

Hey

Another beer of misbehaviour in my favour

Iron up her number, for a bunk up, price lumber

And I think I like her a bit too

Even better when there’s two on the way

To the old wonderland zoo

Lost and found here on the weekly

Did I get here first or did that bird there beat me?

Welcome to the wonderland

Gotta be intoxicated to even get a wristband

No, there ain’t no charge

Come here open palmed

What you mean you’re fucked up, love?

Ain’t gotta be alarmed

Welcome to the wonderland, welcome to the wonderland

Gotta be intoxicated to fly it and land

Boys and the birds

Birds and the bees

Scenes of hypnosis, they happen in steez

You know that little process

You can’t seem to recall

Looking at her thinking, could it have even happened at all?

Killed the boys

Common and coy

Live too much life to ever be employed

Snogged her, she caught it on a bloody polaroid

Been drinking too frequently

To ever be employed, yeah yeah