Like a fleck of paint, I'm travelling Thousand miles an hour Mostly I think I know my place Well, it's ten doors down and then it's three flights up On a run down street In a place I no longer recognise to escape But if lottery tickets are won in bars They're used in tricking and for wrapping coke Wanna be your status symbol Wanna be your 3310 If there's lagers at your feet If you're black currant What does that make me? Cider You say it's because I'm sweet Like a bet I made you're gambling Baby, I'm not sure bet Mostly they think I'm a disgrace 'Cause the people won't stop and they can't keep up So they keep running their mouths again Looking at you like you're in their personal space But when lottery tickets are lost in bars And used in tricking and for wrapping up coke Wanna be your status symbol Wanna be your 3310 People 'round here, man, they ain't no joke They keep running their mouths again Wanna be your status symbol Wanna be your 3310 If there's lagers at your feet If you're black currant What does that make me? Cider You say it's because I'm sweet (same price illegal now) Wanna be your status symbol Wish I was 33 again Taken by this path of draggers (taking no loss to bears not thinking) I wanna be your day weekend (how I feel so much dependent) Taken by this path of draggers (time to try the cat on stick on the) Wanna be 33 again (and the jury's waiting) If there's lagers at your feet If you're black currant What does that make me? Cider You say it's because I'm sweet (same price illegal now) If there's lagers at your feet If you're black currant What does that make me? Cider You say it's because I'm sweet (same price illegal now) Wanna be your status symbol Wish I was 33 again