Graham Coxon - Who The *****? Lyrics
I stole the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran, I knew I'd been seen.I scarpered stifling giggles down the streetand hid round a corner on a side street.I heard him huffing and the soundof his big feet against the paving,he was getting close.As he rounded the cornerI sighted him up down the barrel of the gunand on seeing his expression changeto one of horror + confusuib jerked back the trigger.His body was jolted back by the force of the bullet +his feet flew foward.I saw a bright little rivulet of blood are into the airand I slid the gin into the waistband of my trousers.CHORUS: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?There's a way of saying, a way of sayin a shape- I feel a certain shape and it's complicated it's not like a square or a circleIt's like crystal or diamond,it's clean, hard, unfathomableand it ends in an augmental kissIt ends in an augmental kissREPEAT CHORUSRock Stars are NOT cool They're full of his guy they call satan,Kids stuff oozing from their mouths.They wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by soldiers,valium horses trotting squeezingthrough their rasberry blood.Sometimes I feel so stoopid I wanna quit -get out of it 'cos I hate this worldand everyone in it -The fat Bald men who run it -the fat bald men
