It was after 42 years of working on the floor Stuck in the same auld room Pulling at the same auld door Detached dehumanised Didn't she try to go? When nobody told her How was she supposed to know? She went and turned on the telly Emotionally tied Smiled for a month total Sad, withdrawn, alone she died Aw don't call it an endin' 'Cos i've got stories for ages I'll write yer life in 200 pages I'll say yer smart, i'll make ye grieve But the most ye'll ever be is an NPC Your reality is never what it seems Hope's a wakin' dream So i'm givin' you a mental distraction Pain a perception, change an illusion Stream goes, passes ye Might flow differently But it's just the same basic entity Nae surprise that thing ye watched Chopped or Botched, IQ doon a notch Social animal in a solitary zoo Mirrors through the bars So you can see you Brain too active? Well allow me tae cloud it Wae cathartic shells Guess whit? (Whit?) Ye never really knew yersel It was after 52 years Exploited by the same auld folk Pullin' on the same auld shoes Throwin' on the same auld coat Rejected, left behind Died naked and still Who'll hear his sad tale? His tragic eulogy? I will... When you're thinkin' of injustice i'll be there Nepotism a schizm? And i'll be there Don't care about where ye choose yer virtues Just that you do and of course, I eat too Daddy was a doctor So I went and clocked an easy life The kind ye'd only dream about Scream and shout that i've become The sort a' one who folk'd run away fae son? Woooft! I am the hero, divide by zero A battle i'll be fightin' 'til i'm auld and i'm feeble A tragedy anxiously palmin' ye flattery On a Saturday mornin' Is this it just dawnin'? Ye seriously sittin' there sayin' i'm lyin'? Aff yer fat arse and put an end tae denyin' That you're the main reason that yer life was shite Ye know i'm right Whit's wrang? Ye leavin' wae a whimper And no' a bang? Aristotle was 62, publicly denounced So he went tae his maw's estate That he had renounced Who were the antagonists? The Athenians? Or his guts? He met his greatest fear Nae jokes, nae ifs, nae buts No much ae a spectacle No much of a scene But that's just how it is And everythin' in-between

It was after 42 years of working on the floor Stuck in the same auld room Pulling at the same auld door Detached dehumanised Didn't she try to go? When nobody told her How was she supposed to know? She went and turned on the telly Emotionally tied Smiled for a month total Sad, withdrawn, alone she died Aw don't call it an endin' 'Cos i've got stories for ages I'll write yer life in 200 pages I'll say yer smart, i'll make ye grieve But the most ye'll ever be is an NPC Your reality is never what it seems Hope's a wakin' dream So i'm givin' you a mental distraction Pain a perception, change an illusion Stream goes, passes ye Might flow differently But it's just the same basic entity Nae surprise that thing ye watched Chopped or Botched, IQ doon a notch Social animal in a solitary zoo Mirrors through the bars So you can see you Brain too active? Well allow me tae cloud it Wae cathartic shells Guess whit? (Whit?) Ye never really knew yersel It was after 52 years Exploited by the same auld folk Pullin' on the same auld shoes Throwin' on the same auld coat Rejected, left behind Died naked and still Who'll hear his sad tale? His tragic eulogy? I will... When you're thinkin' of injustice i'll be there Nepotism a schizm? And i'll be there Don't care about where ye choose yer virtues Just that you do and of course, I eat too Daddy was a doctor So I went and clocked an easy life The kind ye'd only dream about Scream and shout that i've become The sort a' one who folk'd run away fae son? Woooft! I am the hero, divide by zero A battle i'll be fightin' 'til i'm auld and i'm feeble A tragedy anxiously palmin' ye flattery On a Saturday mornin' Is this it just dawnin'? Ye seriously sittin' there sayin' i'm lyin'? Aff yer fat arse and put an end tae denyin' That you're the main reason that yer life was shite Ye know i'm right Whit's wrang? Ye leavin' wae a whimper And no' a bang? Aristotle was 62, publicly denounced So he went tae his maw's estate That he had renounced Who were the antagonists? The Athenians? Or his guts? He met his greatest fear Nae jokes, nae ifs, nae buts No much ae a spectacle No much of a scene But that's just how it is And everythin' in-between

The 7A Goes By Right By Ma House The 7A Goes By Right By Ma House I get on it in the mornin' Damp and empty and i'm still yawnin' The 7A Goes By Right By Ma House Driven by Peter Tobin's brother And though it's movin' He's goin' nowhere The 7A Goes By Right By Ma House A 10-ton gleamin' tin of shite From 6 in the mornin' Tae 11 at night The 7A Goes By Right By Ma House There was that time that driver was pilled Daein' 50, oh I could've been killed The 7A Goes By Right By Ma House Up at the back with ma feet on the seat Livin' ma life with the 7A on the street The 7A on the street