Lletres: Kate Nash. Made Of Bricks. Dickhead.

Why are you being a dick head for?
Stop being a dick head.
Why are you being a dick head for?
You're just fucking up situations.

Why are you being a dick head for?
Stop being a dick head.
Why are you being a dick head for?
You're just fucking up situations.

Shiny floor, slippery feet,
Lights are dim, my eyes can't meet.
The reflection that turns my images,
Upside down so I can't see.

Think you know everything,
You really don't know nothing.
I wish that you were more intelligent,
So you could see that what you are doing is.
So shitty, to me.

Thirty five,
People couldn't count.
On two hands the amount of times you made me stop,
Stop and think why are you being such a dickhead for?

Stop being a dickhead,
Why you being a dickhead for?
You're just fucking up situations.
Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead,
Why you being a dickhead for?
You're just fucking up situations.

Stop, don't show, just have a think before you...
Will you, stop, now don't show, just have a think before you...
Will you stop, no don't show, just have a think before you...
And, stop, don't show, just have a think before you...

Cos my brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore.
My brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore.
My brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore.
My brain and my bones don't want to take, this anymore, so,

Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead.
Why you being a dickhead for?
You're just fucking up situations.

Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead.
Why you being a dickhead for?
You're just fucking up situations

(Thanks to Ellie for these lyrics)