Blur, Phil Daniels - Me, White Noise lyrics
[Blur, Phil Daniels - Me, White Noise lyrics]
Oi you're a little mug ya little tart
No education
Everybody comes in and out the room
They're out the room, they're in the room
They're out that's right, no-one's hurt
You know they're not comin' in with
A pair of marraccas are they?
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff
Like, you know what I mean
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
But I ain't moaning about it or complaining
About it or anything like that
'Cos like that's what it is you know
You know and you kick a football
You kick a football
Everybody kicks a football
I don't wanna rant and rave
Yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
Fair enough and like you're going like
"Sorry, sorry mate, "
You know you get down now
And you look at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya?
I ain't a mirror, fuck off
That's the way it goes
It's true though innit? Think about it
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and
You think to yourself why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore furthermore
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
Can we stop now? Can we stop now?
Can we stop now? Can we stop now?
Can we stop now? Please?
Don't even know you're innocent mmm
'Salright
And there's a lot of snides out there
Wanting to have a little pop at your life
But they're wrong nah, they're just nasty
You know, I've lived all
My friggin' life, right
Trying to do it right
And like, it's impossible
I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it
I wouldn't, I wouldn't, ah
I wouldn't I can't get it out you know
What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it
But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't
But this is it man
This ain't America for fuck's sake
All I wanna know is how people get in
And I want them to get on
But I don't want everyone
Blowing each other off
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up
That's the way I feel
You know on the underground train
You get on an underground train
You get on an underground train off you go
Zhoom, you're in Holborn
Bosh, you're in Covent Garden
Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright
Everybody's alright
No-one does that much to each other
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and
You think to yourself why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore furthermore
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) it's me, White Noise
Me, White Noise me, White Noise
Me, White Noise me, White Noise
Understand?
No education
Everybody comes in and out the room
They're out the room, they're in the room
They're out that's right, no-one's hurt
You know they're not comin' in with
A pair of marraccas are they?
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff
Like, you know what I mean
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
But I ain't moaning about it or complaining
About it or anything like that
'Cos like that's what it is you know
You know and you kick a football
You kick a football
Everybody kicks a football
I don't wanna rant and rave
Yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
Fair enough and like you're going like
"Sorry, sorry mate, "
You know you get down now
And you look at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya?
I ain't a mirror, fuck off
That's the way it goes
It's true though innit? Think about it
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and
You think to yourself why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore furthermore
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
Can we stop now? Can we stop now?
Can we stop now? Can we stop now?
Can we stop now? Please?
Don't even know you're innocent mmm
'Salright
And there's a lot of snides out there
Wanting to have a little pop at your life
But they're wrong nah, they're just nasty
You know, I've lived all
My friggin' life, right
Trying to do it right
And like, it's impossible
I've got a gun you know, and I'd use it
I wouldn't, I wouldn't, ah
I wouldn't I can't get it out you know
What I mean, if I got a gun, I would use it
But maybe I would, but maybe I wouldn't
But this is it man
This ain't America for fuck's sake
All I wanna know is how people get in
And I want them to get on
But I don't want everyone
Blowing each other off
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't blow up no-one up
That's the way I feel
You know on the underground train
You get on an underground train
You get on an underground train off you go
Zhoom, you're in Holborn
Bosh, you're in Covent Garden
Bosh, you get out, everybody's alright
Everybody's alright
No-one does that much to each other
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and
You think to yourself why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore furthermore
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) boring!
You're boring! (Boring) it's me, White Noise
Me, White Noise me, White Noise
Me, White Noise me, White Noise
Understand?