Bourgeois & Maurice - C.H.A.O.S (The Third version) | Текст песни

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Turning on the television all I see
Is a hundred fat people eating license fees
Politicians giving each other head
Not much between blue yellow and red
And oh my god I think my daughter’s dead
Oh no I just locked her in a sofa bed
Uh oh Her Royal Highness is standing trial
In the court of Jeremy Kyle
She stands accused of benefit fraud and
Smuggling cocaine from abroad
Save our soul I’m in a K hole
Volunteering to be disabled
Uh oh C.H.A.O.S that’s the life for me
I’m a juvenile geriatric anorexic and obese
C.H.A.O.S that’s the life for me
C.H.A.O.S is my new belief
Uh oh Man in a taxi says he knows Banksy
He lives in a mansion in Chelsea
I live in a high-rise council estate
I guess I’m fucked here comes an earthquake
We need someone to save the day
But all we get is Bono and Coldplay
Uh oh I spoke to my mum through Derek Acorah
She’s not dead I just wanted to call her
I felt depressed about what I lack
Until Gok Wan gave me my confidence back
He stripped me naked on live TV
Took me to the shower and then he fucked me
Uh oh C.H.A.O.S that’s the life for me
I’m a juvenile geriatric anorexic and obese
C.H.A.O.S that’s the life for me
C.H.A.O.S is my new belief
Uh oh It gives me a sense of optimism
To know they’re teaching nihilism
In primary schools with Fisher Price
And not that shit about Jesus Christ
Uh oh C.H.A.O.S that’s the life for me
I’m a juvenile geriatric anorexic and obese
C.H.A.O.S that’s the life for me
C.H.A.O.S is my new, is my new, is my new, is my new belief

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