Who Am I To Nit-Pick

Set up for failure
they must think me stupid

(in thick Yorkshire accent)
Oh no son that car
will never make it to Melbourne

Mother dearest I know you don't approve
of the fact that I smoke weed
just an addict in your eye's


With all due respect
Fuck off, telling me I will never
save up and fly over seas

As you force feed golden dreams
down gamblor's cunt
Really you're just a cheap slut

You always told me
pick the log out of your eye
before you pick the speck from another

So I am not here to nit-pick
how tainted you two are
Shoot me down, shatter my dreams