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Living in a bedsit
Close to the world's end
Sitting in his 'Y' fronts
Sponging off his girlfriend, Carrie
She says "Life's right there babe, should be getting on with it"
Had a bit of talent, now you've all but squandered it
It's silly
And his relatives all think it's a shame
A Shame
And they'd say it was a mystery
If his dad wasn't exactly the same
The same
He's been a space cadet for years
Says one day he'll be an astronaut
Floating in the hemisphere
Looking down on Hampton Court
But he's always late
And knows one day he'll graduate
And he'll be floating in the ozone
High above the Empire
High above the Empire
State State State
He's living in a
State State State
He's in a proper
State State State
They've got him in a
State State State
Sofa surfer, likes a little gamble
A few dodgy debts that he says he can handle
Maybe
Never not {?}
Stays in most night
Jostling to pixelated princesses on websites
Frantically
And his family all say it's a waste
A waste
And they wash their mouths out with self-righteousness
to hide the bitter taste
the taste
He's been a space cadet for years
Says one day he'll be an astronaut
Floating in the hemisphere
Looking down on Hampton Court
But he's always late
And knows one day he'll graduate
And he'll be floating in the ozone
High above the Empire
High above the Empire
Carrie's love is cold and congealed
like last night's take-away
She feels might have to do some kind
Of midnight flit
All there is to say has been said
And as the sky's turning pink