I´m talking cheap shop gangsters Pranksters, ankle-biting hamsters Fresh boots and rented suits Four pints in and hurling abuse
Walking ´round town, I´m in astound Fake tan pouters lurking around and I don´t mean to be so cynical But with these losers, violence is typical Don´t you know that´s John Roy? The hardest man in the convoy All I see with my eyes is John Roy loves Peaky Blinders Trust you ain´t going places Just lost all your dough at the races Normally, I can ignore it But tonight, my patience can´t withdraw it
Now, now, now It´s gonna take more tonight to bring me down I got a feeling Now, now, now This place is full of drunks and silly clowns
I got a feeling
Inspired by 4chan mafia Yet these bozos get hypocapnia Can´t stand on their own two feet So they take all their pain and they mix it in with beak I always found it hard to fit in I was just like them in a gang of toxic men Deep down, I was never that guy Looking back inside, I was living a lie So sometimes I try to relate Understand that ego is just checkmate You just need a pin to deflate And its okay, mucker, it´s never too late Shout out to the writers of Peaky Blinders You inspired the new age of wankers
Now, now, now It´s gonna take more tonight to bring me down I got a feeling Now, now, now This place is full of drunks and silly clowns I got a feeling
Now, now, now It´s gonna take more tonight to bring me down I got a feeling Now, now, now This place is full of drunks and silly clowns I got a feeling