Phobia - Ginger Deadman

I hate moths

I hate heights

I hate crying about life

I stray off and they never ** see me again

Who'd've thought that I'd be dependant

On state pensions, paid ransom

Flower blooms at the back of the mansion

Throw tantrums for not getting ways

Pay dues figure out who blames

Touché to the dude with the fake fade

1v1 me right now on my Beyblade

Save face for the television interview

Hype it up on the news catch it up on channel 2

Still nobody regarding you as equals now they're proud of you

That's the hard truth

We be rooting through the vinyl bin

Indecisive crate diving

International world music

Fascinating rewinding

Recording mistake finding

B-side flipping

Seaside skimming rocks out to Teeside

Giant got a week on the fee-fi

The fo-fum cause he got no love

And he know no-one

(We gotta go love)

And he know no-one

(We gotta go love)

Make yourself a tent get comfy

Firepit sounds reet lovely

Wouldn't we be better off if we had a caravan

Drive it all around like a madman

Don't forget the tomtom

Nah, we got google version

Internet connection and we're lost in the universe

And I don't wanna be here

Listen to the voice and I keep clear

I don't know how more just to be clear

The more I wake up the more I see

My eyes adjust to the sun on the sky of the city

Higher than anyone can see

I fancy a skydive

I pussied out last time

I can't find a reason to feed mine

My phobia offline

I hate moths

I hate heights

I hate crying about life

(I hate moths)

(I hate heights)

But somebody's got to cry for me

(I hate crying about life)

Why can't it be I