3310

Like a fleck of paint, I'm travelling
Thousand miles an hour
Mostly I think I know my place
Well, it's ten doors down and then it's three flights up
On a run down street
In a place I no longer recognise to escape
But if lottery tickets are won in bars
They're used in tricking and for wrapping coke
Wanna be your status symbol
Wanna be your 3310
If there's lagers at your feet
If you're black currant
What does that make me?
Cider
You say it's because I'm sweet
Like a bet I made you're gambling
Baby, I'm not sure bet
Mostly they think I'm a disgrace
'Cause the people won't stop and they can't keep up
So they keep running their mouths again
Looking at you like you're in their personal space
But when lottery tickets are lost in bars
And used in tricking and for wrapping up coke
Wanna be your status symbol
Wanna be your 3310
People 'round here, man, they ain't no joke
They keep running their mouths again
Wanna be your status symbol
Wanna be your 3310
If there's lagers at your feet
If you're black currant
What does that make me?
Cider
You say it's because I'm sweet (same price illegal now)
Wanna be your status symbol
Wish I was 33 again
Taken by this path of draggers (taking no loss to bears not thinking)
I wanna be your day weekend (how I feel so much dependent)
Taken by this path of draggers (time to try the cat on stick on the)
Wanna be 33 again (and the jury's waiting)
If there's lagers at your feet
If you're black currant
What does that make me?
Cider
You say it's because I'm sweet (same price illegal now)
If there's lagers at your feet
If you're black currant
What does that make me?
Cider
You say it's because I'm sweet (same price illegal now)
Wanna be your status symbol
Wish I was 33 again