Ste McCabe
Ste McCabe - Rant songtekst
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If you've got 2 or 3 minutes for my life story Then sit back while I revel in my glory It started with football and me running away Skipping in the back yard and no-one else would play Well it's not an unusual narrative For a gay boy in a backward town to find it hard to live While Thatcher was cooking up the section 28 scheme And setting up the picture for my teenage years, ok Find the sickest boy in town He'll be hiding his arse when I'm around Think of the sickest rumours And all of your friends turning Judas Now you can call me bitter, call me nasty Hate my guts and make me happy But I am not about to forget When teachers turned their backs, and to it I was left And as for football I remember when and where Gerrard would call me queer and spit in my hair So you will forgive me if I turn over When world cup fever takes the country over With a flag that's been adopted by a racist party Find the sickest boy in town He'll be hiding his arse when I'm around Think of the sickest rumours And all of your friends turning Judas See, it's not about fitting in Hell I don't even know what the fuck a twink is See, I know one day that I'll be 65 And with 13 cats, I'll be puking in a high-rise Dreading my own miserable demise And saying "Those were the days, those were the days..." And then I'll laugh myself to death Ha ha!