Spice - Sam Fender

Bright kid, leaves school

Gets job, hates it

Fakes it, too long

Sees no, way out

Can’t talk, to girls

No sex, for years

Loses, his will to live

But he found something better

Spice up your life

Who would want anything else?

These moment of oblivion are all I need

Spice up your life

Who would want anything else?

These moment of oblivion are all I need

Sells his, stuff for

Nothing, to fund his

Newfound, salvation

Sexual frustration

Is a thing of the past

Spice up your life

Who would want anything else?

These moments of oblivion are all I need

Spice up your life

Who would want anything else?

These moments of oblivion are all I need

Smashes, up his

Mates house, goes home

Fucks up, his dad

Beats him, so bad

Arrested, thrown out

Homeless, so sad

His brother, will find him

And give him a hiding

Spice up your life

Who would want anything else?

These moments of oblivion are all I need

Spice up your life

Who would want anything else?

These moments of oblivion are all I need

News in, he’s off it

But he’s not, the same kid

I’ve seen him, last Sunday

His head’s fucking gone mate