You want to weave your flights of fancy into something tangible
Perception of your life is often overblown and fanciful
You sup with schmucks in a post apocalyptic kinda bar
Pretend like it's the viper room, and you're some kinda star
You say 'what you lookin at bruv?', and there's a punch up in the night
You think you're Muhammad Ali beneath the cool Las Vegas lights
But don't delude yourself
Don't delude yourself
Thickness fills the days
A new worlds far away - Exurbia
Dart board, meat draw, murder, flat peak, Charlie
You think yourself a troubadour, surrounded by your concubines
You sing Bon Jovi ballads beneath a neon karaoke sign
I saw you on the motorcade
Flexing with your Powerade
Saw you down the fairground
Struggling with the strongman game
You moved to the shooting gallery
To prove that you're a man
With fantasies and gritted teeth, think ISIS or the Taliban
But don't delude yourself
Don't delude yourself
Not quite so far as hell
A stagnant place to dwell - Exurbia
Lynch mob, strip search
Church fete, ultra, violence