Back from the Dead

Wake up, under my bed
feeling just like a pig has s**t in my head
Can't remember what happened last night
Hope to f**k that everything is alright
That i didn't hurt anybody,
who didn't deserve it
And the red stains on my shirt
are just strawberry sherbet
It seems like I'm having a panic attack
But It's cos ok I'm used to that
To navigate through this stormy weather
I Need to get my s**t together

I'm on my way to the barbers
I'm gonna have s**t, shave and a haircut
Then some coffee and maybe some eggs
With a bit of bacon well that would be perfect
This s**t will bring me back from the dead
Hell yeah, I’m back from the dead!

Get in a fight with my girlfriend
She says were not communicating
But deep down I know the real reason is
I wont take her ice skating
I tell her that I don't like the cold
And that I have sensitive skin
She calls me a real a***hole
and kicks me in the shin
I say that she's being unfair
She's not acknowledging my needs
So she grabs me by the hair
And hits me in the till i bleed

II'm on my way to the barbers
I'm gonna have s**t, shave and a haircut
Then some coffee and maybe some eggs
With a bit of bacon well that would be perfect
This s**t will bring me back from the dead
Hell yeah, I’m back from the dead!

Turn up late to work again
And the managers on my case
And as he's yelling at me he spits right in my face
So I tell him a thing or two about personal hygiene
He really flips his lid and becomes quite obscene
I explain that language is unbecoming of his job
He turns bright fucking red and tells me to f**k off

I'm on my way to the barbers
I'm gonna have s**t, shave and a haircut
Then some coffee and maybe some eggs
With a bit of bacon well that would be perfect
This s**t will bring me back from the dead
Hell yeah, I’m back from the dead!

Lyrics by Lewca