歌词
Thinks he's a miracle
He thinks he's oh so clinical
A 3-stripe kinda swagger
He's always on the blag
Oh he's a maggot
He speaks easy
Oh he speaks the biz
He'll show you the world
From the lid of his bin
Small in stature, big in frame
Chancer written all over his
f-f-f-f-f-f Face
He's got the power
He's got the stomach
To leave you looking like a scutter in the gutter
He don't do contracts
He's so down to earth
He is non-committal
He is the modern world
He's a business man
Oh he's an entrepreneur
He thinks his petty little deals
will bring him the world
Small in stature big in frame
Chancer written all over his
f-f-f-f-f-f Face
He's got the power
He's got the stomach
To leave you looking like a scutter in the gutter
He's got the power
He's got the stomach
To leave you looking like a scutter in the gutter
But in the dark when he's all alone
Friends have gone all he's got is his phone
Images, memories
When he was someone and he felt something
Puts another cut into his arm
It's ok scars make you feel calm
But you're just compensating for the life that you've been waiting for
3am and you're all alone
TV on but the sound on low
It's just you and your thoughts all your regrets
And it's torture again and again
You didn't wanna be a ghost of a man
Provide for family and stick to a plan
But you got lost and you got weak
You made your bed you better lie in it