Blur - Who The *****? Lyrics
I stole the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran,I knew Id been seen. I scarpered stifling giggles downThe street and hid round a corner on a side street.I heard him huffing and the sound of his big feet againstThe paving, he was getting close. as he rounded the cornerI sighted him up down the barrel of the gun and on seeingHis expression change to one of horror + confusuib jerkedBack the trigger. his body was jolted back by the force ofThe bullet + his feet flew foward. I saw a bright little rivuletOf blood are into the air and I slid the gin into the waistbandOf my trousers.Who you *****in lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Is there really a thing like feeling too much?Can you really escape + numb the real?Theres a way of saying, a way of sayin a shape - I feel aCertain shape and its complicated its not like a square orA circle its like crystal or diamond, its clean, hard,Unfathomable and it ends in an augmental kissIt ends in an augmental kissWho the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Rock stars are not coolTheyre full of his guy they call satan,Kids stuff oozing from their mouths.They wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by soldiers, valiumHorses trotting squeezing through their rasberry blood.Sometimes I feel so stoopid I wanna quit - get out of it cusI hate this world and everyone in it - the fat bald men whoRun it - the fat bald menWho the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?Who the ***** you lookin at?
