Bowling Ball

You've been making your point in a roundabout way
It's all swings and roundabouts, and tins at roundabouts
Crimson roundabouts, crime and whataboutery
You've drawn your line it looks quite powdery
Plenty of clout for nowt substantial
No grit for the snowflakes
No culture to cancel
Set them up
Knock them down

It's not the size of the boat
It's the notion, the devotion
To a pseudonym, robbing sons and choosing sins
The arm reaches down moving pins
Skittles, set them up, knock them down
Skittles taste the pain bro
Skittles, set them up, knock them down
Skittles

Island of strangers
In my experience
People are only strangers on the other side of a wall
Granddad's only hope was a wishing well
When will the penny drop
What is a stranger?
A person you've never met
Or someone you used to know

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But Britain made them brittle
Addicted to payday loans
To mitigate the pittance
Tittle tattles titillate the luddites and lickspittle
Skittles

I can pin down why you don't care
You've got nothing to spare
And it's easier
To put the walls up
Lurking in alleys to be called up
Waiting for your chance to strike
Set em up
Knock em down
Skittles

It's all swings and roundabouts, and tins at roundabouts
Crimson roundabouts and crime and whataboutery
Falling like a waterfall
Skittles for your bowling ball