Published on Apr 15, 2011

A message written and recorded within 12 hours of the opening of a university rejection letter. Well..



Goodbye city life,

Goodbye opportunity,

You won't even take a bribe,

When retards get in free, alright!



Well I'm just bitter cus I didn't get a place

Put all of my hope in you I fell flat on my face



Power happy, trigger lovin', dead-end faculty,

You are so damn old, I bet you can't even see



A new generation dismissed with just a glance,

You should go retire, yeh, fuck off to France.



We churn out qualification, we offer a real foundation,

To get you where you wanna go, tick a box its all for show



Experience no you're a faker,

Look at you and your piece of paper,

It'll take you to the top alright,

I hope you don't last the night



Well I'm just bitter cus I didn't get a place

Put all of my hope in you I fell flat on my face



Not one bit of explanation,

Is it my innovation,

Am I not good enough?

Come on you can tell me I'm tough



Maybe it's you who overlooked, it's you for godsakes,

If you can't see me from them, you not got what it takes!



Well anyway I guess I won't see you in class,

And unlike those lucky ones won't be there to lick your ass.



I left my hopes and dreams in Manchester.

I don't feel like painting anymore.

All of my colours have turned black and white.



Music & Pictures - threepoundandunder

Dedicated to Senior Lecturer of Art Foundation MMU



music - Matthew Austin

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