Too proud to let my Dad down, I couldn’t escape
Smothered in hate, for feelings I either trust or I break
Butchered or raped, I either land on cushions or steaks
Trying to veer off collision courses with other mistakes
Just when my faith was tested, almost couldn’t be traced
I get reflective opportunities to look in my face
I’m a fucking disgrace, taking for granted what I love and is great
Wallowing in self pity is just such a waste
I could be unloved and lonely, looking to drugs for a break
I could be homeless and broke, and only trusting in snakes
Instead I’m living prosperously, adjusting to change
And the only part that disagrees is stuck in my brain
This musn’t be pain, just me on self-destruct, pushing buttons again
The wild part of my character I struggle to tame
And now…what – I don’t wait for Rekha to text
I live my life and savour the best; it saved me from stress
Before it made me depressed, and almost laid me to rest
Now I’m a stronger man, battling the hate in my chest
I’m a stranger to death, sheltered from the rain and tempests
I’ve got to seize my opportunities and take em to bed

Sometimes
I need convincing
Sometimes
I don’t
Sometimes
I’ll watch the Simpsons
Sometimes
I wont

But I survived the joke of life up to the time I spoke
And if I die before you hear this, that’s life – you know?

Sometimes
I watch the football
Sometimes
I won’t
Other times
I’ll do fuck all
But mostly I don’t

I survived the practical joke, God likes to promote
And besides, who am I kidding? My life is just dope

So stop fucking complaining Ben about what problem you’ve got/
Wondering if a girl thinks you’re hot or you’re not/
Or you’re sick of work, or maybe you’ve got a new job/
Or you got disrespected by either tossers or nobs?!/
Maybe general loss of the plot, got you sobbing a lot/
Pull your fucking self together and drop it you slob/
It means nothing but what’s on your mind at the time/
But time after time, you let it affect your life – like it’s a reminder you’re blind/
But your visions fine – specs help to see clearly/
And too many loud clubs mean you probably can’t hear me/
And I’m just a voice in the back of your head/
Telling you to pull your socks up before they straddle your legs/
I prattle and jest…and I’m happy if I’m having some sex/
And if I’m not, then I think my world is battered at best/
I’m a twat and a mess, I need a slap and some rest/
I need to stop taking life for granted before it grants me some stress/
So I could suggest…I little bit of passionateness/
Be that a word or not, you get what I’m blagging at, yes?/
Imagine getting everything you demand to possess/
I’ll have a cancerous death, maybe then I’ll be thankful for breath//

Sometimes
I need convincing
Sometimes
I don’t
Sometimes
I’ll watch the Simpsons
Sometimes
I wont

But I survived the joke of life up to the time I spoke
And if I die before you hear this, that’s life – you know?

Sometimes
I watch the football
Sometimes
I won’t
Other times
I’ll do fuck all
But mostly I don’t

I survived the practical joke, God likes to promote
And besides, who am I kidding? My life is just dope