Alright, yo, oi
He's walking down the high street, high as hell
Said he hates drugs, just loves the smell
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Demons on his back so he never sleeps
He lost his mum young, he's stressed, it's only angels heaven keeps
He'd give it all up for a cuppa and a chat
But when the noise starts, who's got time for that?
And I feel for him, I do, he's like every other lad I knew
Matter of fact I ain't seen him since that day
But I'll always remember that one line that he used to say
Why does everything bad feel good to me?
I've got a cigarette packet from 93
I've got a cocaine habit I know they see
Why does everything that feel good to me?
Why does everything that feel good to me?
I've got a cigarette packet from 93
I've got cocaine habit, I know they see
Why is everything bad feel good to me?
Hey, well, yeah, yeah
She's walking through the local like she's globally known
She ain't afraid of nothing but home
Tougher than most the fellas here, that's for sure
Sometimes I see she craves more
Than a dead jobs she hates And blokes
She calls friends that aren't mates
Every night she waits for a reason to leave
She counts a hundred but she can quit like her mum did
The lights don't shine for her, they flash
The cars don't drive for her, they crash
And she loves it in a way
But I'll always remember that one line that she used to say
Why does everything bad feel good to me?
I've got a cigarette packet from 93
I've got a cocaine habit I know they see
Why does everything that feel good to me?
Why does everything that feel good to me?
I've got a cigarette packet from 93
I've got cocaine habit, I know they see
Why is everything bad feel good to me?