Fucking Little Bastards

Song Fucking Little Bastards
Artist Arab Strap
Album Monday at the Hug & Pint

Lyrics

I don't like the words that the birds are singing.
I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing.
But if everyone can start again and everyone can win then
I'll re-arrange the place that
I'm in. And
I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter.
They whisper
I'm a cunt and they cackle and they mutter.
But I'm sure
I heard them reassure me everything ends as
I walked away from all my fake friends.
They've scrutinised the mistakes
I've been making.
They know who
I've ****ed, they know what
I've taken.
They've seen me in the shower with shit down my legs.
They've seen me searching a stranger's house for dregs.
I used to think they loved me, but now
I know it's pity and they know that they can always flee this ****ing city.
They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start and they know that these days my cock's as numb as my heart.
New blood flows.
Old faces go.
I like the new ones better.
I think I like these girls.
Feels like
I've travelled miles.
Now I want to party all the time.
Now I want to party all the time again.