Trunk of Humours…(WillzMiffedMix)

[Verse 1] You strutted in fat with pride All velvet mouth, all rotten hide I clocked that grin, I clocked that pose Then heard your fucking bullshit through the clothes You barked loud, but you blinked first Old bragging bones and a bloated thirst [Pre-Chorus] What a sight What a joke Same old fool New old coat [Chorus] That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) That bolting-hutch of beastliness That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) You wear your ruin like a crest [Verse 2] Swollen parcel, sack of lies Puffed-up cheeks and dead-eyed pride Stuffed cloak-bag, guts on show Everyone saw your sorry glow Reverend vice in a cracked-out coat Grey Iniquity in a throat that chokes Father ruffian, vanity years Selling fucking smoke through borrowed gears [Pre-Chorus] What a sight What a shame Same old bastard Playing king of shame [Chorus] That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) That bolting-hutch of beastliness That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) You wear your ruin like a crest [Bridge] You fattened on the room Then begged it not to stare Now every eye you owned Turns cold as hell in the air [Final Chorus] That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) That bolting-hutch of beastliness That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) That swollen parcel of dropsies That trunk of humours (That trunk of humours) You wear your ruin like a crest [Outro] So keep your polished bluster Your borrowed charm, your grin The room remembers hunger And it always lets truth in Pride gets loud, then brittle When it’s fed on everyone else You don’t get to call it character When all you’ve built is yourself