It was an ordinary day, people walking...all over me again Then suddenly to my dismay out of no where my heart started talking to my brain What a great day for a murder but I'm not in a killing mood What a great day to reek vengeance but I know it will do no good
What a great day to go and get a gun Go and take your anger out on every one If your out of ammunition Go and buy the sun, and read up on all the council housed and violent scum Still pissing tax payers money up the wall You can barely just about to send your kids to school What with the cost of living been so sky high The petrol station selling gas at such a high price With that in mind, your heads in such a vexed place What more excuse ya need to turn into a head case And the newspaper for me get me in such a vexed state Kill a man with your bare hand even if your best mates Cause if you believe every word the press says You cant appreciate the pair of tits on the next page Then yes I guess today must really be the best day To go and get a gun shoot someone in the head mate
What a great day for a murder but I'm not in a killing mood What a great day to reek vengeance but I know it will do no good
Looking at the sun will make you go blind just like people say Cost you your sight when its 30p a day Now your looking in the mirror not seeing its double glazed Spying on your neighbors through darkened shades Another broken family killed and roamed free Look in every front yard of every house on the street While the gardener is gardening the males planting seeds Another single mum before me different boyfriends every week Daughters are reading now old dears feeling heat Her sons just like the beano catching arse for cheek Young ones with their nuts out blowing in the breeze What a bunch of fucking animals the type can only see In the section of the zoo magazine said ohh Just lying on the page is like a lion in a cage She's seen enough, time to take her braces Action with a shotgun wave it in people faces Todays as good as any there's nothing better then been famous You could be the next raoul moat and mike skinner as you agent He started on mild steds exploring ain't he Simply by shooting all his neighbors and made the front page in all the papers Standing about observed its all about You cant look any where about the murder in his eyes But there's no point in killing everybody you despise Over something you read, cause half the shit you read is lies Yeah.....thats right half the shit you read is lies but you still let it lead your life
It was an ordinary day, people walking...all over me again Then suddenly to my dismay my heart started talking yeah started talking to my brain it said... What a great day for a murder... but I'm not in a killing mood What a great day to reek vengeance... But I know it will do no good
So now that you know your so influenced about things you read That it determines how you treat different people you meet The though of murdering a journalist but prepared to get sucked to ya seat Must seem so sweet if ya happen to pass one in the street But you wont as you ain't as hard to do so Only fantasize bout what would happen if you where to loose it Cause luckly for them you ain't that stupid and what a great day it is to prove it
Compositores: Cathal Joseph Patrick Smyth (Smyth Charles), Benjamin Ballance-drew ECAD: Obra #7051179