The Rakes

Work, Work, Work (Pub, Club, Sleep)

The Rakes


Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks 
Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again 
In the back of my head 
I'll smash your fucking face in 

Ok, that's it, take a deep breath 
I've got to get out of here 
I've got to clear my head 
I've got to clear my head 

It's all these words, ideas and different arguments 
Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense 
From all this stress that is constantly going on 
I just drift along with no focus or meaning 
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling 
I just drift along with no focus or meaning 

I've got the same shirt on for two days in a row 
With a soya sauce stain so everyone knows 
Can shower and scrub 
Still smell like the smoking bit in a Weatherspoons pub 

I'll have my lunch early, get some sugar in my blood 
My clothes still smell of last night 
I've got to clear my head 

It's all these words, ideas and different arguments 
Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense 
From all this stress that is constantly going on 
I just drift along with no focus or meaning 
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling 
I just drift along with no focus or meaning 

Why do these tourists walk so slow? 
Especially now I've got somewhere to go? 
And a posh sounding girl, going on and on 
About her dog and Mr. Morgan 
It sounds so funny when I hear you calling! 
Mum be like 'boy what you doing?' 
Please shut up and try and sound confident 
In a crap job when your minicourse is done 

It's all these words, ideas and different arguments 
Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense 
From all this stress that is constantly going on 
I just drift along with no focus or meaning 
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling 
I just drift along with no focus or meaning