half price FIREWORK - Boxing Lyrics

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The stars are coming out tonight
So the pap arrive
And the people dance
Though they're dead inside
Slowly makin' bank
Face against the glass
It slides, slides, slides, slides

I'd like a FastPass to the bath
A place I couldn't be any further off it
The path
The ever-looping playback

The fast swiping
The gaslighting
The dick riding
The drink spiking
The effortless denying
And the time you waste by trying
Oh I-

I'll just watch you work your magic
As I sit I've let the man in
He proceeds at his discretion
And sings to the doe-eyed

Now, that's a vibe
People who spout "howdy neighbour"
Swear that I relive it every second I'm alive
Shaking hands with the guy I despise

When you give
He takes
And then just talks too much
Until the words create
A surface level dust
I'd pay to watch the shadow man boxing

They'd start a Patreon for a pool heater
I can't make my bed in the RAF base
They grant a permit which gives the grim reaper
Permission to land wherever he damn well pleases

Well, given my godlike abundance of gift cards
Our diamond anniversary in overdraft
Claims that he kinda, sorta, maybe understands
Little penthouse pet
On the piss up
Do your math

When you give
He takes
And then just talks too much
Until the words create
A serviceable dust
I'd pay to watch the shadow man boxing
This next extension, everyone's boxed in

(Don't make a molehill out of a mountain)

Stabilisers on my seat
I quietly observe the screen
Sabrina died against her will
Cause somebody shared a tweet

Entertainment industries
Still built by boys who swap receipts
I am the senate, the terror, ITV
Please don't let the ratings bleed

"So, back to it"