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Total control racing
I was supposed to be going out, that took ages
Kids are hardcore, aren't they?
They don't mess about
Madhouse, chit-chat, duties, more nappies
Then I manage to get out
The sharp night whistled around my coat
As I motioned up to the main road
The wails of your offspring behind ya, cracking window
It's hard, innit?
When ya plan to do something
But at that moment you realize it's not quite right
Not really something you should be doing tonight
Well, before me a few hellos
Expectant mums with blokes that I know
The bus whirred, three-fifty all-day ticket
But I knew deep down I wasn't gonna use it later
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Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
I arrange my coat on the front seat and blend it in with the low lighting
People on the way out too, talking
Everyone still looks like Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon
People need to move on, that '50s look can do one
Elvis has definitely left the fucking building
I got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful
I hate the 5.8
I thought about it, I thought about his face when I asked if he had any Rioja
He didn't like it, don't look at me like that
Like you think I'm some wine twat, I like it
I sit in me house a lot
Eventually, you get an idea, little shit
Go and listen to some fucking garage punk, you pointy little tit
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Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
The sofa sank, I couldn't relax
I felt cramped, but luckily the table next to me got up and left
And apart from the eight empty pint glasses they left on the table
I thought it was the better bet, more upright
I ain't slouching, I'm not a beatnik
Although, this pub did call for that kind of angle
I hate going out, going out is for young people
I can't sit and enjoy a drink, I want the lot
Have you got any numbers?
And how much has he got?
The trappings of luxury can't save you from the nail-biting
Boredom of repetitive brain injury
The injury of your useless mind stuck to the track
Clinging onto years of "That's not yours, that's mine, give me it"
Total control racing, TCR (TCR)
Going round and round, under the bridges
Slowing down, it's all about technique
Hand shandy chic under five second flat
The tragedy of the male-less fucking man
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Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
Total control racing
Total control racing
I was supposed to be going out, that took ages
Kids are hardcore, aren't they?
They don't mess about
Madhouse, chit-chat, duties, more nappies
Then I manage to get out
The sharp night whistled around my coat
As I motioned up to the main road
The wails of your offspring behind ya, cracking window
It's hard, innit?
When ya plan to do something
But at that moment you realize it's not quite right
Not really something you should be doing tonight
Well, before me a few hellos
Expectant mums with blokes that I know
The bus whirred, three-fifty all-day ticket
But I knew deep down I wasn't gonna use it later
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
I arrange my coat on the front seat and blend it in with the low lighting
People on the way out too, talking
Everyone still looks like Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon
People need to move on, that '50s look can do one
Elvis has definitely left the fucking building
I got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful
I hate the 5.8
I thought about it, I thought about his face when I asked if he had any Rioja
He didn't like it, don't look at me like that
Like you think I'm some wine twat, I like it
I sit in me house a lot
Eventually, you get an idea, little shit
Go and listen to some fucking garage punk, you pointy little tit
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
The sofa sank, I couldn't relax
I felt cramped, but luckily the table next to me got up and left
And apart from the eight empty pint glasses they left on the table
I thought it was the better bet, more upright
I ain't slouching, I'm not a beatnik
Although, this pub did call for that kind of angle
I hate going out, going out is for young people
I can't sit and enjoy a drink, I want the lot
Have you got any numbers?
And how much has he got?
The trappings of luxury can't save you from the nail-biting
Boredom of repetitive brain injury
The injury of your useless mind stuck to the track
Clinging onto years of "That's not yours, that's mine, give me it"
Total control racing, TCR (TCR)
Going round and round, under the bridges
Slowing down, it's all about technique
Hand shandy chic under five second flat
The tragedy of the male-less fucking man
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
TCR
Total control racing
Total control racing
Total control racing
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.18] Total control racing
[00:20.38] I was supposed to be going out, that took ages
[00:23.81] Kids are hardcore, aren't they?
[00:25.70] They don't mess about
[00:27.37] Madhouse, chit-chat, duties, more nappies
[00:31.13] Then I manage to get out
[00:33.26] The sharp night whistled around my coat
[00:35.93] As I motioned up to the main road
[00:38.55] The wails of your offspring behind ya, cracking window
[00:42.85] It's hard, innit?
[00:43.99] When ya plan to do something
[00:46.08] But at that moment you realize it's not quite right
[00:49.96] Not really something you should be doing tonight
[00:54.07] Well, before me a few hellos
[00:57.17] Expectant mums with blokes that I know
[01:00.22] The bus whirred, three-fifty all-day ticket
[01:03.81] But I knew deep down I wasn't gonna use it later
[01:10.95] TCR
[01:14.14] Total control racing
[01:17.28] TCR
[01:20.65] Total control racing
[01:24.09] I arrange my coat on the front seat and blend it in with the low lighting
[01:29.13] People on the way out too, talking
[01:31.88] Everyone still looks like Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon
[01:36.24] People need to move on, that '50s look can do one
[01:40.59] Elvis has definitely left the fucking building
[01:44.06] I got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful
[01:48.43] I hate the 5.8
[01:50.67] I thought about it, I thought about his face when I asked if he had any Rioja
[01:55.98] He didn't like it, don't look at me like that
[01:59.06] Like you think I'm some wine twat, I like it
[02:02.26] I sit in me house a lot
[02:03.77] Eventually, you get an idea, little shit
[02:07.16] Go and listen to some fucking garage punk, you pointy little tit
[02:14.36] TCR
[02:17.42] Total control racing
[02:20.59] TCR
[02:23.94] Total control racing
[02:27.16] The sofa sank, I couldn't relax
[02:29.94] I felt cramped, but luckily the table next to me got up and left
[02:34.79] And apart from the eight empty pint glasses they left on the table
[02:39.14] I thought it was the better bet, more upright
[02:42.53] I ain't slouching, I'm not a beatnik
[02:45.44] Although, this pub did call for that kind of angle
[02:48.80] I hate going out, going out is for young people
[02:52.48] I can't sit and enjoy a drink, I want the lot
[02:55.87] Have you got any numbers?
[02:57.52] And how much has he got?
[02:59.63] The trappings of luxury can't save you from the nail-biting
[03:02.73] Boredom of repetitive brain injury
[03:05.32] The injury of your useless mind stuck to the track
[03:08.70] Clinging onto years of "That's not yours, that's mine, give me it"
[03:12.51] Total control racing, TCR (TCR)
[03:15.24] Going round and round, under the bridges
[03:17.57] Slowing down, it's all about technique
[03:19.95] Hand shandy chic under five second flat
[03:23.22] The tragedy of the male-less fucking man
[03:27.02] TCR
[03:30.38] Total control racing
[03:33.40] TCR
[03:36.71] Total control racing
[03:39.83] TCR
[03:43.06] Total control racing
[03:46.26] TCR
[03:49.39] Total control racing
[03:53.42]
[03:58.73] Total control racing
[04:02.09] Total control racing
[04:05.18]
[00:20.38] I was supposed to be going out, that took ages
[00:23.81] Kids are hardcore, aren't they?
[00:25.70] They don't mess about
[00:27.37] Madhouse, chit-chat, duties, more nappies
[00:31.13] Then I manage to get out
[00:33.26] The sharp night whistled around my coat
[00:35.93] As I motioned up to the main road
[00:38.55] The wails of your offspring behind ya, cracking window
[00:42.85] It's hard, innit?
[00:43.99] When ya plan to do something
[00:46.08] But at that moment you realize it's not quite right
[00:49.96] Not really something you should be doing tonight
[00:54.07] Well, before me a few hellos
[00:57.17] Expectant mums with blokes that I know
[01:00.22] The bus whirred, three-fifty all-day ticket
[01:03.81] But I knew deep down I wasn't gonna use it later
[01:10.95] TCR
[01:14.14] Total control racing
[01:17.28] TCR
[01:20.65] Total control racing
[01:24.09] I arrange my coat on the front seat and blend it in with the low lighting
[01:29.13] People on the way out too, talking
[01:31.88] Everyone still looks like Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon
[01:36.24] People need to move on, that '50s look can do one
[01:40.59] Elvis has definitely left the fucking building
[01:44.06] I got a wine, large, shoved it down me, awful
[01:48.43] I hate the 5.8
[01:50.67] I thought about it, I thought about his face when I asked if he had any Rioja
[01:55.98] He didn't like it, don't look at me like that
[01:59.06] Like you think I'm some wine twat, I like it
[02:02.26] I sit in me house a lot
[02:03.77] Eventually, you get an idea, little shit
[02:07.16] Go and listen to some fucking garage punk, you pointy little tit
[02:14.36] TCR
[02:17.42] Total control racing
[02:20.59] TCR
[02:23.94] Total control racing
[02:27.16] The sofa sank, I couldn't relax
[02:29.94] I felt cramped, but luckily the table next to me got up and left
[02:34.79] And apart from the eight empty pint glasses they left on the table
[02:39.14] I thought it was the better bet, more upright
[02:42.53] I ain't slouching, I'm not a beatnik
[02:45.44] Although, this pub did call for that kind of angle
[02:48.80] I hate going out, going out is for young people
[02:52.48] I can't sit and enjoy a drink, I want the lot
[02:55.87] Have you got any numbers?
[02:57.52] And how much has he got?
[02:59.63] The trappings of luxury can't save you from the nail-biting
[03:02.73] Boredom of repetitive brain injury
[03:05.32] The injury of your useless mind stuck to the track
[03:08.70] Clinging onto years of "That's not yours, that's mine, give me it"
[03:12.51] Total control racing, TCR (TCR)
[03:15.24] Going round and round, under the bridges
[03:17.57] Slowing down, it's all about technique
[03:19.95] Hand shandy chic under five second flat
[03:23.22] The tragedy of the male-less fucking man
[03:27.02] TCR
[03:30.38] Total control racing
[03:33.40] TCR
[03:36.71] Total control racing
[03:39.83] TCR
[03:43.06] Total control racing
[03:46.26] TCR
[03:49.39] Total control racing
[03:53.42]
[03:58.73] Total control racing
[04:02.09] Total control racing
[04:05.18]