State (Of U)

Yeah
Could you still love me
If I got cancelled?
(Would you), would you really let me
Come down to the mountains with you?
(Just us) Say you built me from the grounds up
Did you (did you)
Think you own me like the council?
Sticky, such a shame I’m proud of you
Beat me up red white and blue
Beam me up like Scotland
Told me there’s no black in you
Ain’t no way I’m going back to yard
Ain’t no way I’m going back to school
Way too late for reasoning
National irrational
Sticky like a stick
Sticky like getting caught
With a stick in the whip
Candle sticky, yeah it’s a flickering wick
Hot, warm, yeah it’s been raining all day
But this is as lit as it gets
Yeah it’s a bitch
You gotta marry the bitch
And pray that case don’t stick
I fucking hate you
But i still wish you’ll wake up today
To see the state of you
Your eyes still burn
But your face starts to rain
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Generation fucked
But never felt sweeter
190 fucking pence a litre-
Generation fucked
But never felt sweeter
190 fucking pence a litre
Guess that we are-
On the tip of the cusp
But they can’t see us
Front row seats
To a first round knock out
Blood on the lens of your shades
Try’na block out
Hands on ya neck
While you pant and you step
Down memory lane
And you knock at the wrong house
Beat myself up
I’m Tyler Durden
Burn the city then pop up
Out admiring the Scenic route
Wind in my hair like joker
Don’t bother
Scar tissue for the tears
Can’t make moves in arrears
So you’re stuck in a puddle of mud
Karma been due here for years
Me and Mumma never knew how to fear
Don’t be fucking with us
‘Ah’ Many faces in a broken mirror
Swollen knuckles
But frame look thinner
Love and hate it’s all same
Don’t differ
I fucking hate you
But i still wish you’ll wake up today
To see the state of you
Your eyes still burn
But your face starts to rain
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Hey you (State), Hey you (State)
Generations fucked
But never felt sweeter
190 fucking pence a litre
In a black cab like fuck a metre
Pulled a knife out
And I robbed the geezer
See I’m just an old school wheeler dealer
Bowl rounds the ends
Like I’m Julia Caesar
Society keeps us on our knees
So we might as well have a knees up