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bellend sebastian - concrete swan dive lyrics

[intro: lewis richardson & jax daley]
hey guys, we have a question for you
do you… sleep?
do you sleep (are you asleep?) when you do this?
when you do csd do you sleep, ever?
or do you just stay awake for the whole twenty*four hours
does the “d” stand for “c*s*do you sleep”?
“d” stand for “don’t sleep, we’re doing csd”?
does the “s” stand for “sleep”
does the “s” stand for, in brackets “no”, closed brackets…
[crisp and food break?] *laughter*
do you wanna hear some noises?
i think it’s*

[verse 1: arthur whitehead]
i had a dream there were two hitlers, and the second hitler knew karate
and it was still only about twenty percent worse than listening to you talk about whatever it is you do
oh, you work in sales? how original
what do you sell? buckets of p*ss to throw at school children?
i’m not surprised, you’re such a freak you take your vimto neat
your favourite day of the week is probably one of the weird ones in the middle
and yeah, i know you’re dating one of my mates, but you’re a waste of sp*ce
i doubt you’re even part of the human race
you’re probably some kind of cephalopod, worshippin’ some half**rs*d god
and you’ve clawed your way out of h*ll and into the northern quarter
and you’re usin’ your spare time to torment mortals
i’ve seen it before, i want to see you havin’ a terrible day
discoverin’ you’ve got some obscure allergy, swellin’ up the size of a house after scarfing a carbonara
and i’m there, laughing until i cry, payin’ a balloon guy to try and stretch you into a sword at a kid’s birthday party
little jimmy’s cryin’ his eyes out
[verse 2: arthur whitehead]
you look like a horse
i’m surprised the local rehab don’t get you in for equine therapy
a dozen crackheads caressin’ that rancid oblong you call a face
you’re a disgrace, a charity case
make a wish? i wish you’d f*ck off
i wish your hair would fall off and you’re immune to propecia
i hope you get amnesia
i hope you meet mother theresa and she calls you a c*nt and the pope canonises it so every catholic knows you’re a pr*ck
and you’re called c*nt f*ck the first
you’re a less articulate fred durst
if there was a top ten list of things that are the f*ckin’ worst it would be you, your head, your neck, your arms, your thoughts, your voice, your choices, your beliefs, your opinions, your trousers
i’m not a fan, f*ck off
get down!

[bridge: interviewer, mick mccarthy, tannoy system]
*terms of results, mick, one win in seventeen, but it can’t go on like this, can it?
it can
flight h887 to london heathrow is now ready
will you please [?] documents [?]
[?] pleasant journey, thank you

[instrumental]

[outro]
oh my god, you guys
that album was literally so good
i literally sh*t my pants ’cause it was so f*cking good
i loved it!

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