Up Ya Arse کے بول

No need to buy expensive cars Have champagne in exclusive bars You're borin' me to death To be honest what a farce All inclusive and first class One way ticket (Yes!) to mars The privilege of the upper class To be honest what a farce You can shove this up your arse Do you really think I'm in the long queue Waiting to catch a seat beside you Things you talk about make me smile It's you my friend who looks on mine But I'm no mirror so look at you Change now the things you never liked to do Show no weakness is your advice Big smile, white teeth and telling lies Tell, how could a lie be a strength All we need's inside ourselves Good things, bad things, mistakes, too Perfect's boring, have a look at you