TV Dinner Lyrics – Sam Fender

[Verse 1]
Prophesise that you was wise
I teach them all and then desire
It is our way to make a king
Romanticise how they begin
Fetishise the struggling
While, all the while, there’s suffering
In everyone, a memory of what they truly are
The rigmarole, the tortured soul
The constant spin, the merry-go-round house
Kicking to the face
Sheer loss of private space

The moths, the snakes, the tiny ways
Coattail riders suck the grace
And little colour out my face
The cancer in a padlocked case

[Chorus]
No one gets in
To my space
No one gets in
To my space

[Verse 2]
Market me for anything
The darkest days are yet to sin
Like why now? She was just a bairn
May love her now but bled her then
Reared me as a class clown
Grassfed little cash cow
I cashed out, headed hell-bound
Now they point and laugh

[Chorus]
No one gets in
To my space
No one gets in

To my space

[Post-Chorus]
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in

[Verse 3]
So much told and then it’s true
I’ll paint a pretty pic of you
I’ll walk amongst the ones who walk and talk
When I am bored
I’m in the embryonic state
On borrowed time, I clean my plate
With a TV dinner I spectate the fu*ks all gesticulate
The chip on shoulder pulsates my hatred and mutates
Posh c*nt had me irate
He said we’re all the same
Are you of worthy of enemies?
Song with no melodies
Martha pleads a legacy
Spark without (??)
If I die here, will you save me?
You save me, (??)

[Chorus]
No one gets in
To my space
No one gets in
To my space

[Post-Chorus]
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
Am I up to this?
No one gets in
No one gets in my space