I'm talking cheap shop gangsters
Pranksters ankel biting hamsters
Fresh boots and rented suits
4 pints in and hurling abuse
Walking round town I'm in astound
Fake tan pouncers lurking around and
I dont mean to be so cynical
But with thise losers
Violence is typical
Don't you know that's John roy
The hardest man in the convoy
All I see with my eyes
JohN Roy loves Peaky Blinders
Trust you ain't going places
Just alost all ya dough at the races
Normally I can ignore it
But tonight my patience can't withdraw it
Now now now
It's gonna take more tonight
To bring me down
I gotta feeling
Now now now
This place is full of drunks
And silly clowns
I gotta feeling
Inspired by 4chan mafia
Yet these bozos get hypocapnia
Can't stand on their own two feet
So they take all the pain
And they mix it in a beak
I always found it hard to fit in
I was just like them
In a gang of toxic men
But deep down I was never that guy
Looking back inside I was living a lie
So sometimes I try to relate
Understand that ego is just check mate
You just need a pin to defalte
And it's ok mucker it's never too late
Shout out to the writers of Peaky Blinders
You inspired the new age of wankers
Now now now
it's gonna take more tonight
To bring me down
I gotta feeling
Now now now
This place is full of drunks
And silly clowns
I gotta feeling

Now now now
it's gonna take more tonight
To bring me down
I gotta feeling
Now now now
This place is full of drunks
And silly clowns
I gotta feeling
I gotta feeling