Testo: Arab Strap. Fucking Little Bastards.

I don't like the words that the birds are singing
I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing
But if everyone can start again and everyone can win
Then I'll rearrange the place that I'm in

And I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter
They whisper I'm a cunt then they cackle and they mutter
But I'm sure I heard them reassure me everything ends
As I walked away from all my fake friends

They've scrutinized the mistakes I've been making
They know who I've fucked, they know what I've taken
They've seen me in the shower with shit down my legs
They've seen me searching on a stranger's house for dregs

I used to think they loved me but now I know it's pity
And they know that they can always flee this fucking city
They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start
And they know that these days my cock's as numb as my heart

New blood flows, old faces go
I like the new ones better
I think I like these girls

Feels like I've traveled miles
Now, I want to party all the time
Now, I want to party all the time

Now, I want to party all the time again
Now, I want to party all the time again
Now, I want to party all the time again
Now, I want to party all the time again