I write songs sometimes and if I like them I record them and if I really like them I record them again in a way that is *slightly* less sloppy.
Story behind the song
I've been meaning to record this for a while now, but my PC died, but now I've got a new one! :) I wrote it after going to this place called Beluga Bar in Maidstone, which is possibly the most ridiculous nightclub I've ever been to - at this place, right, the DJ shouts, with no hint of irony, "OGGY OGGY OGGY!", and then the crowd shouts, with no hint of irony, "OI! OI! OI!" and they do that thing that DJs do these days where they'll play a song for 30 seconds then mix into the next song before you've even had a chance to take in what song it was you were listening to. I think with mp3s DJs just get really bored.
Expect a full arrangement of this song in the future by the way, this version sounds like arse.
Lyrics
Muscle bound foetus
hanging round your neck
I know that he will beat us because
he knows how to write a cheque
You're dancing with your gash out
while strobe lights make you black out
and he's running his hand up your c***
because he's on his biweekly hunt
ADHDJ
plays all of your favourite songs
You'll try your best to dance along
before you know the night has gone
Fighting for the taste of
animals and vinegar
Panda eyes and endless sighs
while mayonese drips on your thigh-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
but I guess it's all in good fun
Plagiarised intelligence
it always makes perfect sense
I'll give it all up for lent
We'll make the most of our weekend
Stand in the circle
you'll end all the hurting
Tobacco and lemonade
the planets begin to fade
Words mental refuse
I refuse to believe
that hearts were ever
meant to be worn on sleeves
and I find it hard to buy
that you know my name
because I am the guy
who's fearful of fame-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
but I guess it's all in good fun
and I guess it's all in good fun
