History

Where'd you get those two black eyes? Did it all not go to plan? Did they take you by surprise? Does it make you feel like a man? But who respects a man who cries When his ego's kicked and beaten? Or even when a good friend dies? Or even for no reason? But if you're wanting to go down, go down in history Or sail away and fight a war or Solve all life's mysteries But I think you'd rather stay in these four walls And drink all day and scratch your balls well... But if you want to create poetry Then pick up your pencil And put it down on the paper And paint me a picture Of romance and literature But don't regurgitate your lies They'll only come back round to bite you Even for the one who tries To turn their life round just to spite you But if you're wanting to go down, go down in history Or sail away and fight a war or Solve all life's mysteries But I think you'd rather stare at these four walls Eat shite all day and scratch your balls well... But if you're wanting to go down, go down in history Or sail away and fight a war or Solve all life's mysteries But I think you'd rather stay in these four walls and Sleep all day and scratch your balls well Yes I think you'd rather stare at these four walls Smoke weed all day and scratch your balls well