Welcome

[Intro] Look at me, the loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room, I tell you that [Verse 1: Lou Sinergy] Welcome to Britain Full of blood-sucking pigeons Hypocritical politicians Prince Williams and Pippa Middletons Peroxide blondes with NHS silicon Welcome to England Full of sun-tanned winters Young and privileged Eating sweets in the shotgun seats of kiddy-fiddlers Where year six fit list's are as potent as Schindler's Welcome to Ellesmere Port Not far from Helsby or an Elm Street thought with empty stores of rent-free porn Riddled with twenty-four year-olds Because at dirty destiny they were yet to score Welcome to Mannequin paint brush smiles And puppeteer elbow move handshake's welcoming you Now you see why my retina bleeds I'm about to show these talk a lot's what deep seated linguistic dilemma means [Hook: Rag N Bone Man] Welcome to the place that I love But ain't proud to be from Where they tell you what you can do Where you can go That ain't freedom Welcome to a place I used to love Used to feel so free in Where my mother raised me Where you're gonna gave to raise your babies [Verse 2: Lou Sinergy] Welcome to John McLane personas, '05 Motorolas Focused on the throne so much, we're suffocated Otis Here's a line of Columbian cocaine Mr. Sinergy Welcome to showbiz, and a life of A walking cyanide shop with Spiderwebs falling out where my wrist's slashed Welcome to the chronicles of The lost Koi carp, being pulled backwards While scrutinizing his missing fish tank Welcome 'Look Both Ways' before you cross the boy racers' brothel The noise making of them Contours an apeshit shotgun Hypothetically of course Welcome to the Olympian washed-up Sperm Whale long-jump Goodbye to the friends who think Cerebral abuse earns them a eulogist I am used to it (Used to what?) Used to being welcomed by a troop of wasps Video killed the radio-star when I started shooting the charts [Hook]