Fuck Ups lyrics

Look, here comes another man with another sorry story to tellAnd you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to HellWell, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the sameThis altruistic culture ...Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a boneBut you're gonna bury me with your total miseryAnd when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don'tNothing is for definite and nothing is for sureI am getting desperate as I am getting poorLook, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden'sAnd he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-onNot that he'd ever get a chance to use itWomen are intelligent and he is stupidLost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery awayAnd when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don'tNothing is for definite and nothing is for sureI am getting desperate as I am getting poorAll the fucked up fuck ups *****
** me upWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beersAll the fucked up fuck ups ******* me upI think they're killing me with their grim realityWell, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says,"My family's gonna take over this council estateIf we keep on giving birth at this rateI could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-fiveAnd I will be clad in Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive,I don't care if I'm dead or alive."All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me upWith their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beersAll the fucked up fuck ups ******* me upI think they're killing me with their grim realityAll the fucked up fuck ups ******* me upA lot is going wrong, you'd better sing alongAll the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up(You fucked up fuck ups!)