Plan B - Great Day for a Murder lyrics

It was an ordinary day
People walking all over me again
Then suddenly to my dismay out of nowhere
My heart started talking to my brain
What a great day for a murder
But, I'm not in a killing mood
What a great day to wreak vengeance
But, I know it would do no good

What a great day to go and get a gun
Go and take your anger out on everyone
If you're out of ammunition
Go and buy the Sun and read up on all the
Council-housed and violent scum
Still pissing tax payers money up the Wall
While you can barely just about afford
To send your kids to school
What with the cost of living been so sky high
And petrol stations selling gas at
Such a high price with that in mind
And your heads in such a next place


What more excuse you need to
Turn into a head case
And the newspapers you read get you
In such a vexed state
Kill a man with your bare hands
Even if it was your best mate
Cause if you believe every
Word the press says
Till you you can't appreciate
The pair of tit's
Staring at you on the next page
Then yes I guess today must
Really be the best day to go and get a gun
Shoot someone in the head, mate

What a great day for a murder
But, I'm not in a killing mood
What a great day to wreak vengeance
But, I know it will do no good

Looking at the Sun will make you
Go blind just like people say
Cost you your sight as well as 30p a day
Now you're looking in the Mirror
Not seeing it's double-glazed
Prying on your neighbors through
Dark tinted shades
Another broken family, children roaming free
Look in every front yard of
Every house on the street
While the Guardian is guarding
The Mail's planting seeds
Another single mum of four
New boyfriends every week
Daughters are reading Now
Old dears feeling Heat
Her sons just like the Beano
Catching laughs for cheap Young
Ones with their
Nuts out blowing in the breeze
What a bunch of fucking animals
The type you only see in the section of the
Zoo magazine centre pages
Just lying on the floor
Must be lining for their cages
She's seen enough
It's time to take abrasive-
Action with a shotgun wave it in people faces
Today's as good as any and there's
Nothing better then been famous
You could be the next Raoul Moat
Have Max Clifford as your agent
He started exposing celebs for being aimless
Simply by shooting his neighbors and made the
Front page news in all the papers
Be just the Standard, Observer type of guy
That can't look anywhere without having
Murder in his eyes so there's no point in
Killing everybody you despise
Over something you read
Cause half the shit you read is lies
Yeah, that's right
Half the shit you read is lies!
And you still let it lead your life!

It was an ordinary day
People walking all over me again
Then suddenly to my dismay
My heart started talking, yes, it
Started talking to my brain, he said

It'd do no good!, it'd do no good!
It'd do no good!, do no good!
It'd do no good, do no good!
It'd do no good!, do no good!
Do no good, do no good!
So now that you know you are
So influenced by what you read
That it determines how you treat
Different people that you meet
The though of murdering a journalist
Perpetuating such deceit must seem so sweet
If you happen to pass one in the street
But, you won't because you are far
Too reserved to do shit
Only fantasize about what would happen if
You were to lose it
Cause luckily for them, you ain't that stupid
And what a great day it is to prove it