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Los Campesinos!

Renato Dall'Ara (2008)

Turn up pissed up, a pariah, uninvited to his all-dayer

His new girlfriend works the door there, he does not intend to pay her

Pictured reading Karl Marx beside his parents' pool, facing ridicule he bleated:

"That doesn't make me rich, no way, it's only outdoor and it isn't heated."

Renato Dall'Ara, living off 2008

Renato Dall'Ara once up then back down again

All I want tonight is a friend and a fight

Say it to my face if it satiates your appetite

Daddy came out of retirement, he took a hobby as a PCSO

Let me level this as an indictment: only a part-time grass, but a full-time asshole

They would play my requests at the guest list's behest, any disco all across town

But things change, now Stella's a lager and boy she is always downed

14 hands upon the paddle, seven asses sitting side saddle

Renato Dall'Ara, living off 2008

Renato Dall'Ara once up then back down again

All I want tonight is a friend and a fight

Say it to my face if it satiates your appetite