Lightyear - 200 Kebab Shops lyrics
rate meScarred elbows and a brain<br />
A lot less pungent but eventually it smells the same<br />
Of out-of-date normality<br />
A best before performance which I needed<br />
Its a drug technically<br />
Get in, load in, load out<br />
We argue, we shout<br />
Some lyrics, attention that we should pay<br />
We don't speak enough<br />
I struggle to say<br />
Ten hours sitting in a van<br />
Would probably even turn<br />
Noam Chomskys brain to spam<br />
(Deterring Democracy)<br />
Two hundred pubs<br />
Two hundred kebab shops<br />
(Its doing my fucking head in)<br />
Two hundred pubs<br />
Two hundred kebab shops<br />
(Im a gold bullion with lead in)<br />
Bring me Ben Lee, a bit of dry ground<br />
Three sixty flips which I lost then found<br />
Bring me some strings and maybe two tins<br />
A cheap talkplan but not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
I realise Ive <br />
Been priveleged<br />
To lead this life<br />
Although I need new shoes<br />
So sometimes my feet itch and my<br />
Council of Elrond tells me to try something new<br />
Terribly Sorry Bob you can't take Bad Karma<br />
My Self Abused <br />
Or my Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain<br />
Im afraid you wont leave with<br />
Something to Remember Me By<br />
Two hundred pubs<br />
Two hundred kebab shops<br />
(Its doing my fucking head in)<br />
Two hundred pubs<br />
Two hundred kebab shops<br />
(Im a gold bullion with lead in)<br />
Bring me Ben Lee, a bit of dry ground<br />
Three sixty flips which I lost then found<br />
Bring me some strings and maybe two tins<br />
A cheap talkplan but not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
Not too many rings<br />
(Not too many rings)<br />
Well yeah, I find this really hard to do. I love being in a band, there's <br />
Nothing like performing and playing live, and meeting people; but <br />
Sometimes it all gets a bit too much. There are a few months where <br />
Youre surviving on three pounds a day, which is three portions of <br />
Chips and whatever we can steal off the big headline band. Im <br />
Spending that much time in a van with other people, it's a bit of a <br />
Headfuck to say the least. The point of this song was to say that as <br />
Well as seeing hundreds of venues last year, we also saw hundreds of <br />
Kebab shops; and that touring can be very mentally and physically <br />
Tiring. it's weird - normally on tour after a few weeks Im so tired I <br />
Become a zombie, get loose in the village and talk to anyone. I <br />
Consider myself to love communicating with people, but I hate the way<br />
That I develop this psychosis. I try, but shit just comes out which has<br />
Absolutely no conviction what'soever. I think that people think were <br />
Making loads of money because were in a band, and I know I might <br />
Sound like a cunt but don't ask me to buy you a beer cause Im in <br />
The band, cause Im skint; but I'll happily steal one from OPM if you <br />
Want. This is a complete ramble by the way, and I think that when <br />
Household Name hear this, they'll be like What the fuck is Chas <br />
Doing? but I would like to say thank you for coming to all our shows; <br />
I really just don't understand how the band got from playing in Jims <br />
Garage while I was singing down a headphone on a bamboo pole in<br />
Front of two viewers, Jims dog and his sisters, to playing to the <br />
Thousands of people... Im writing this five minutes before we do the <br />
Recording. Im so sad.
