Bowling Ball lyrics

You've been making your point in a roundabout way It's all swings and roundabouts, and tins at roundabouts Crimson roundabouts, crime and whataboutery You've drawn your line it looks quite powdery Plenty of clout for nowt substantial No grit for the snowflakes No culture to cancel Set them up Knock them down It's not the size of the boat It's the notion, the devotion To a pseudonym, robbing sons and choosing sins The arm reaches down moving pins Skittles, set them up, knock them down Skittles taste the pain bro Skittles, set them up, knock them down Skittles Island of strangers In my experience People are only strangers on the other side of a wall Granddad's only hope was a wishing well When will the penny drop What is a stranger? A person you've never met Or someone you used to know Sticks and stones may break my bones But Britain made them brittle Addicted to payday loans To mitigate the pittance Tittle tattles titillate the luddites and lickspittle Skittles I can pin down why you don't care You've got nothing to spare And it's easier To put the walls up Lurking in alleys to be called up Waiting for your chance to strike Set em up Knock em down Skittles It's all swings and roundabouts, and tins at roundabouts Crimson roundabouts and crime and whataboutery Falling like a waterfall Skittles for your bowling ball