Who The F**k? lyrics

Artist  : Blur 
Song : Who The F**k?



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 I stole the bottle of gin from over the counter
and ran,
I knew I’d been seen. I scarpered stifling
giggles down
The street and hid round a corner on a side
street.
I heard him huffing and the sound of his big feet
against
The paving, he was getting close. as he rounded
the corner
I sighted him up down the barrel of the gun and
on seeing
His expression change to one of horror +
confusuib jerked
Back the trigger. his body was jolted back by the
force of
The bullet + his feet flew foward. I saw a bright
little rivulet
Of blood are into the air and I slid the gin into
the waistband
Of my trousers.


Who you f**kin lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 


Is there really a thing like feeling too much? 
Can you really escape + numb the real? 
There’s a way of saying, a way of sayin a shape
- I feel a
Certain shape and it’s complicated it’s not
like a square or
A circle it’s like crystal or diamond, it’s
clean, hard,
Unfathomable and it ends in an augmental kiss
It ends in an augmental kiss


Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 


Rock stars are not cool
They’re full of his guy they call satan,
Kids stuff oozing from their mouths.
They wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by
soldiers, valium
Horses trotting squeezing through their rasberry
blood.
Sometimes I feel so stoopid I wanna quit - get
out of it cus
I hate this world and everyone in it - the fat
bald men who
Run it - the fat bald men


Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at? 
Who the f**k you lookin at?