Sam Fender - TV Dinner lyrics

[Parte 1]
Hypothesise a hero's rise and teach them all to then despise
It is our way to make a king, romanticise how they begin
Fetishise their struggling while all the while, they're suffering
In every worming memory of what they truly are
The rigmarole, the tortured soul, the constant spin
The merry-go-roundhouse kick into the face, sheer loss of private space
The moths, the snakes, thе tiny waist-coat tail riders suck the grace
And littlе colour out my face, the cancer in a padlock case

[Coro]
No one gets into my space
No one gets into my space

[Parte 2]
The market before anything
The darkest days are yet to sing
Like Winehouse, she was just a bairn
They love her now but bled her then
They reared me as a class clown
Grass-fed little cash cow
I cashed out, headed hellbound
And now they point and laugh

[Coro]
And no one gets into my space
No one gets into my space

[Post-Coro]
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in

[Parte 3]
I'll sell my story when it's true, I'll paint a pretty pic of you
I'll walk amongst the ones who walk and talk when I am born
I'm in the embryonic state, on borrowed time, I clean my plate
With a TV dinner, I spectate, the f*cks all gesticulate
The chip on shoulder pulsates, my hatred, it mutates
Posh cunt had me irate, he said, "We're all the same"
Are you wild? Do you have enemies?
A start with no amenities?
A mark that bleeds a legacy?
A spark without tuition fee?
A darkness that they envy?
They frenzy to befriend me
But I kna ye, you'll sell me
You'll sell me, you'll kill me

[Coro]
No one gets into my space
And no one gets into my space
[Post-Coro]
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets into my space

[Instrumental Outro]