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Welcome to Hell Video (MV)




Performed By: This Is a Robbery
Length: 2:55
Written by: Chris Burrows




This Is a Robbery - Welcome to Hell Lyrics




I'm sick of having to steal meat for my dog
Sick of having to deal weed to my boss
Sick of having to conceal it from the cops
Sick of having to kneel before your god
And I'm tired of feeling like shit
I'm tired of revealing I'm trying to quit
But when things go wrong yeh you gotta get on
So I went and got on and now I'm getting on with it
Yeh it's time to get the f*ck on with it
I'm sick of being cold and broke in a shitty house
Sick of the mold that grows on my gritty couch
Sick of watching my friends kicked out of the squat again
When the yuppies on the block call the cops again

And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
A way to mass produce their needs for free
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
Cause they don't give a f*ck about anything but making money
Yeh all they want is f*cking money
Yeh all they want it is your f*cking money

I'm sick of driving round in a beat up piece of shit
Sick of finding out it's missing important bits
Sick of climbing out the window cause I'm pissed
And slipped and crashed into this ditch
But I don't care about that shitty car
I'm too drunk to see that far, all I need is this guitar
And I will stare the pigs in the eye
Yeh I aint scared to lie, yeh I swear it wasn't I
And he says one day you'll wear a tie
And I say f*ck off I will you cunt

And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
A way to mass produce their needs for free
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
Cause they don't give a f*ck about anything but making money
Yeh all they want is f*cking money
Yeh all they want it is your f*cking money
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I'm sick of having to steal meat for my dog
Sick of having to deal weed to my boss
Sick of having to conceal it from the cops
Sick of having to kneel before your god
And I'm tired of feeling like shit
I'm tired of revealing I'm trying to quit
But when things go wrong yeh you gotta get on
So I went and got on and now I'm getting on with it
Yeh it's time to get the f*ck on with it
I'm sick of being cold and broke in a shitty house
Sick of the mold that grows on my gritty couch
Sick of watching my friends kicked out of the squat again
When the yuppies on the block call the cops again

And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
A way to mass produce their needs for free
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
Cause they don't give a f*ck about anything but making money
Yeh all they want is f*cking money
Yeh all they want it is your f*cking money

I'm sick of driving round in a beat up piece of shit
Sick of finding out it's missing important bits
Sick of climbing out the window cause I'm pissed
And slipped and crashed into this ditch
But I don't care about that shitty car
I'm too drunk to see that far, all I need is this guitar
And I will stare the pigs in the eye
Yeh I aint scared to lie, yeh I swear it wasn't I
And he says one day you'll wear a tie
And I say f*ck off I will you cunt

And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
A way to mass produce their needs for free
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
Cause they don't give a f*ck about anything but making money
Yeh all they want is f*cking money
Yeh all they want it is your f*cking money
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Writer: Chris Burrows
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