Представляем точный текст композиции "Fu*k Ups" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Holloways (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Fu*k Ups» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Holloways (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Holloways (The) - "Fu*k Ups"
Lyrics to Fu*k Ups : Look, here comes another man with another sorry story to tell And you can bet hell tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to Hell Well, I dont wanna listen but he tells me all the same This altruistic culture ... Leave me alone, youre not a dog, Im not a bone But youre gonna bury me with your total misery And when Im out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill ... if I will or I wont, if I do or I dont Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure I am getting desperate as I am getting poor Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Ladens And he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-on Not that hed ever get a chance to use it Women are intelligent and he is stupid Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery away And when Im out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill ... if I will or I wont, if I do or I dont Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure I am getting desperate as I am getting poor All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up I think theyre killing me with their grim reality Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says, "My familys gonna take over this council estate If we keep on giving birth at this rate I couldve been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five And I will be clad in Burberry, I dont care if Im dead or alive, I dont care if Im dead or alive." All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up I think theyre killing me with their grim reality All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up A lot is going wrong, youd better sing along All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up (You fucked up fuck ups!) [ Fu*k Ups Lyrics ]
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