Snog – Born To Be Mild lyrics

My life consecrated by the Vogue year book
My style dictated by the Rick Astley look
I drive a car but I can't read a book
I dont eat meat except for a little bit of chook

Born to be mild
Like the first suburban child
Born to be king
Of the really boring things

My life consecrated by the Vogue year book
My style dictated by the Rick Astley look
I drive a car but I can't read a book
I dont eat meat except for a little bit of chook

Born to be mild
Like the first McDonald's child
Born to be king
Of the really boring things

My heart controlled by the share outlook
My veins a pumping with the cash I took
I cant afford the credit I book
Out upon the damage I look

Born to be mild
Like the first McDonald's child
Born to be king
Of the really empty things
Born to be mild
Like the first McReagen child
Born to be king
Of that overfed empty grin
Born to be mild
Like the first freemarket child
Born to be king
Of the endless buying binge

My times reflected by the pills I took
My comfort created by the conscience I shook
I can't believe the saftey of my tiny little nook
I won't leave it ever not even for a look