Album Cover Bedroom Ballad

Bedroom Ballad

Tim Ellis

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Wakey, wakey you little shit.

The sun is up so you can whine about it.

All the clowns have wet their pants.The toilet′s blocked with cigarettes and the room is full of Elephants.

You're not sure whether to suck or blow

Now your heart′s been taught to beat and go.

Your blog's a pantomime of lies

And you cut yourself with butterflies

You can't force the world to love you

Hidden underneath of your bed

But it′s ok coz you′re fucked up in the head.

Sleepy-byes you little cunt.

The moon is up so you can join the bitch hunt.

Now the slaves are shitting bricks.

Trying to make it through the night while god performs some parlor tricks.

You're no one and you′re no one's taste

Get online kicks below the waist

Your hemispheres are polarised and your photo smile′s a crap disguise

You can't force the world to love you

From the corner of your bed

But it′s ok coz you're fucked up in the head.

La la la la la...

You're not sure whether to suck or blow

Now your heart′s been taught to beat and go.

It takes no balls to terrorize

And a whole damned life to realise

You can′t force the world to love you

From a single sex stained bed

But it's ok coz you′re fucked up in the head.

Lagu lain oleh Tim Ellis