Gully - Student Blues
текст песни

Mr brassic fantastic; it's me.
Where's that cash in the attic I need?
What a very melancholy scene.

Am I tragic or magic or twee?
Or a batshit hat-trick of all three?
What a very melancholy G.

But I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

I'm blue,
No food in the kitchen, habitually bitching.
It's true,
I'm pissed at the system, my sisters - I miss them.
It's true, I'm blue.

(Damn all you pesky kids running round with your
Mocha lattes and your social media!
Running round thinking you're rock stars!
You're not! Give it up! Get a job!)

There's no Venus to please every night,
No green Adidas, cheese fajita chicas, I, I, I, I,
What a very melancholy time.

Pass on sleep, dot your t's, cross your eyes,
If you want, if you want, if you want, if you want that type of life,
What a very melancholy rhyme.

But I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

I'm blue,
No food in the kitchen, habitually bitching.
It's true,
I'm pissed at the system, my sisters - I miss them.
It's true, I'm blue.

(Can you please turn that down?!)

(Guitar Solo)

But I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

I'm blue,
No food in the kitchen, habitually bitching.
It's true,
I'm pissed at the system, my sisters - I miss them.
It's true, I'm blue.
(Thanks for coming, guys).