Shackleton

I get home horny from the gym
So hot but you're still on
Cause I ain't done with pumping iron, baby
You know how twisted I can get
Like Harry Hill on happy pills
A posh tart playing squash
And her lawyers rugby tackling each other
Down your corridor of power
You don't get that prize on a plate, man
You end up in the side as a disco slave
You end up in the side as a disco slave

We're all whores in someone else's business, man
We're all whores in someone else's business, man
(we're all whores baby!)
We're all whores in someone else's business, man
(we're all whores!)
We're all whores in someone else's business, man
(I know what it's like)

To work 'till your hands are cut and dry
Or your brain's chopped and fried
Your taxes go on social benefits
For gossies and fucking terrorist
You work hard everyday and play damn hard every night
And there's not energy left to do that evening class that would get you out
Fall asleep on the way home
And then drink, properly drink

Dear God, I will drink and I will smoke
Like no man before me has ever had or ever will
Every penny I have slaved for
Go out and blown in one glorious, glorious night
A blinding light in the dumb abyss of dull men
I wanna ask that farmer for a light
Of the biggest [figure???] for a fright
I will hunger and sway for the balls
Bounce the world like a ball for the animals
Like Shackleton before me

I feel as high as a mountain
My free mind [???]
Image of a [???] framed
To look the demon up on my face
And maybe down the stairs where the sun rushes shadows
And knows what [???]
This time I am orange juice [???]

I am born again
I am born again
I am born again
I am born again
I am born again
I am born again
I am born again