Westgate ♪ I waited until he walked out and double-turned Near the bank to walk back round Sending me on a wild goose chase Fillin' in forms upstairs, downstairs Little details, nobody gives a fuck, who cares? Left with a cola-cube full of boundless rage Slip and limp into the next, but the feeling still remains I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you Barriers that need your ticket number, the queue gathers length I used it as a fuckin' toothpick waitin' on the chair near ward eight I'm a swivel servant, years of service mate I'll piss in a cup and throw it at y'boss Golden handshake, profile people, living as profile page pixels Match the info section to match your broad range (One more time) I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you Routine Dean, so do I It's like biting bricks and a dead eye Struggle of work, day is dressed down naivety And deep frowns and long days I go crazed, no life gives, no like makes Cocooning, mobility's gonna move me I pick up the phone, I'm already there But I didn't even fuckin' feel the journey The private bubble, no, you and me, just that electrified electricity I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you I hate what you do, and I don't like you