Just Desserts Songtext
von Gallus

Look who′s oozed into your dimension
Cunt with a mullet and a uni extension
High rolled jeans and a paedophile tash
Rich maw and da but never has cash
Now joined a band called the just desserts
Got big plans have you seen their seven inch
Not many sales but it has a nice sleeve
Big in Clapham would you believe

Never give up, don't take their advice
You′ll be a star, your name in headlines
The friends you'll make, the drugs that you'll take
Depressed? blue cheek


Then Things won′t be so dull
When you are beautiful
There′s not a nick on me
Dork class of twenty-three
Post nothing try hard verse
Post caring won't converse
Neck deep in my twenties
A post star wanna be

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Those four years were not enough
Seasonal depression live in session
Chronic sonic terminal ironic
UK top 40 can′t relate
Radio 6 though that sounds great
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You can't tell when you have no taste

Oh no I swear these people just don′t get the message
I've ran out of bands to pick pocket and then repackage
I was gonna be seen on billboards
Next best thing thats tipped on pitchfork
I thought those dorks were gonna clash
Now it′s all over in a flash


Then Things won't be so dull
When you are beautiful
There's not a nick on me
Dork class of twenty-three
Post nothing try hard verse
Post caring won′t converse
Neck deep in my twenties
A post star wanna be

Best thing you′ve never seen
Tweed trench coat libertine
No colour on my grid
All dayer headline mid
We've seen it all before
And no one asked for more
A post star wannabe
New sleaze for the twenties

I want my just desserts
I′ll get what I deserve
I'm so full wit and passion
I know what′s going to happen
When it all comes to pass
I'll blame my race or class
If I do not hit the height

This mob are fucking shite

Then Things won′t be so dull
When you are beautiful
There's not a nick on me
Dork class of twenty-three
Post nothing try hard verse
Post caring won't converse
Neck deep in my twenties
A post star wanna be

Best thing you′ve never seen
Tweed trench coat libertine
No colour on my grid
All dayer headline mid
We′ve seen it all before
And no one asked for more
A post star wannabe
New sleaze for the twenties