The Jamie Oliver Petrol Station lyrics

[Verse]
I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
I needed deli but God, I hate him
That man should not have his face on posters
I feel so angry and sad in most [?]

And then i think of the New York skyline
The westport with the Yankee eyeline
I get to thinking i have it wrong though
Let me explain cause im never wrong though

Things are ugly to me I get it
A flip phone with a lack of credit
And [?] beautiful I remember
Blanch right at the end of December

[Verse]
I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
I needed deli but God, I hate him
That man should not have his face on posters
I feel so angry and sad in most [?]

And then i think of the New York skyline
The westport with the Yankee eyeline
I get to thinking i have it wrong though
Let me explain cause im never wrong though
Things are ugly to me I get it
A flip phone with a lack of credit
And [?] beautiful I remember
Blanch right at the end of December

[Chorus]
So, OK, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
I’m saying, OK, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
Oh

[Verse]
I think of places like Finglas, Tennessee
A mish-mash of what should and shouldn't be
The smoking area concert glances
Shes really mental, it's not just acting

There's always something i'm missing out on
I'm overdosing on social calpol
[?]
With someone normal and nice to explain it

I forget it when they stop breathing
I'm just wasting the time I'm seething
I said I'm wasting my time I'm seething
And hey you're not so good yourself
Come learn my mantra It's like

[Chorus]
OK, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
So, OK, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this

[Bridge]
Its the fear of not getting
The door of the joy
Of the chopping it up
[?]
The jeans that i'm wearing are very expensive
Not a reflection, reflection, reflection
Sinéad in the [?]
And Sinéad in the sky
Sinéad [?]
[?]
And the fear of the freedom of being released again
I'm still seventeen and watching the sheets
[?]

[Chorus]
It's like
OK, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
So, OK, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a b*tch
The man's got kids
And they wouldn't like this
Oh
Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
I needed deli but God, I hate him
That man should not have his face on posters
I feel so angry and sad in most [?]