Charles Connolly - Hell is Other People, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Spitting like an animal
Getting in my way
Evolution going back in time to my dismay
Looking for a fight again
What did I do wrong?
Knowing that I really don't belong
Heavy on the telephone
Heavy on my ear
Though they may be far away I'm really very near
Sitting waiting for a friend
It's twenty five to eight
We said we'd meet at seven but they're late
Hell is other people
Uh-huh
Hell is other people
Uh-huh
Diesel fumes are at the lights
These'll make you swear
Staring at their phones
The lights are green and they don't care
Dropping rubbish on the floor
Just because they do
Don't they realise what they put me through?
Shuffle with your shoes again
Lift your feet up high
Standing straight and walking tall
You can't identify
Jeans are on the loose again
Please don't turn your back
Never did I ask to see your crack!
Hell is other people
Hell is other people
Hell is other people
Uh-huh
Hell is other people
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Hell is other people
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Hell is other people
Uh-huh
Hell is other people
Uh-huh
Hell is other people
Uh-huh
Hell is other people