Marcy Must Win Feral Manchild (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Spoken / Bass Hum, Needles Clicking] Right. Important update. Gary made it through the semi-finals. Nearly took the whole thing. But the lace on the nightgown didnae line up right. [pause] He lost fair. No riot. We are men of principle. [Gang Shout] MOSTLY! [Verse 1 – Rapid-Fire / Ska-Punk Bounce] She’s got me back on the couch again Tea in her hand and that wee smug grin New show, spin-off, same soft trap More yarn than sense and a sheep on the map It’s even more pleasant It’s even less tense A meadow got funding And built a fence There’s bunting, there’s biscuits A barn full of wool A judge saying “texture” Like the word’s got pull I said, “This is nothing” I said, “I’m not moved” Then Marcy walked in And my heartbeat improved [Pre-Chorus – Half-Rapped] She’s got mum-energy Strong as a wall Kind little smile That can silence us all And I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care Why’s Marcy’s stitchwork Making me stare? [Chorus – Shouted Gang Hook] Marcy must win! Don’t tell my girl! I’m not invested In the fate of the purl! Gary went down! He took it with grace! But Marcy’s got fire In a soft mum's face! Marcy must win! Hide all the proof! I’m emotionally trapped In a cottage roof! I came for the cuddles! I stayed for the spin! Don’t tell her I said it But Marcy must win! [Verse 2 – Rap-Rock] Gary, my brother, you fought like a beast Nearly had glory at the floral feast But that lace went sideways in the final round And justice was served with a sad wee frown No chairs were thrown No cones were crowned No civic disorder Went wandering round I nodded once Like a grieving knight Then whispered, “Aye, fair result alright” Now Marcy’s on screen With her sensible shoes Making a shawl Like she’s paid off her dues She reminds me of my mother And I hate that fact Because now every row Is a personal attack She checks her tension She fixes mistakes She looks at the camera Like, “Did you eat today?” I’m not crying My face is on strike And my girlfriend knows Exactly what I like [Pre-Chorus – Gang Build] Needles click-click Soul gets thin Whole room quiet Marcy digs in No blood, no bells No pit, no flame Just yarn on yarn And I know her name [Chorus – Shouted Gang Hook] Marcy must win! Don’t tell my girl! I’m not invested In the fate of the purl! Gary went down! He took it with grace! But Marcy’s got fire In a soft mum's face! Marcy must win! Hide all the proof! I’m emotionally trapped In a cottage roof! I came for the cuddles! I stayed for the spin! Don’t tell her I said it But Marcy! must! win! [Break – Punk Surge / Gang Shouts] [Band Shout] GARY LOST FAIR! NO RIOT TONIGHT! MARCY’S GOT YARN! AND MARCY’S GOT BITE! [Verse 3 – Faster / Unhinged] There’s a man making gloves with unnecessary drama There’s a teen doing socks like controlled trauma There’s a grandmother knitting a landscape scene With hills so peaceful they make me obscene There’s wool from a farm There’s dye from a plant There’s a judge nearly fainting At the drape of a slant The stakes are invisible The pace is asleep But I’m gripping the sofa Like the drama is deep If Marcy drops out I will respect that decision While privately suffering A spiritual incision No riot this time No public disgrace Just me in the kitchen With a devastated face [Bridge – Half-Time / Sincere But Defensive] Maybe it’s not about winning Maybe that’s the scam Maybe I miss being small Beside someone who gave a damn Maybe Marcy’s just steady Maybe steady feels rare Maybe love sounds like needles And someone making sure you’re there My girl leans close And I pretend I’m bored While a room full of wool Kicks holes in my sword [pause] Still hate it though. [Gang Shout] LIAR! [Final Chorus – Full Band / Hardcore Shouts] Marcy must win! Don’t tell my girl! I’m not invested In the fate of the purl! Gary went down! He took it with grace! But Marcy’s got fire In a soft mum's face! Marcy must win! Hide all the proof! I’m emotionally trapped In a cottage roof! I came for the cuddles! I stayed for the spin! Don’t tell her I said it But Marcy must win! Marcy must win! Gary, forgive me! This soft wee nightmare Has started to lift me! No riot! No shame! No shouting at lace! Unless Marcy goes home Then look at my face! [Outro – Spoken / Feedback, Needles Clicking] Gary. You lost honestly. We salute you. [pause] Marcy? Bring it home. [pause] I do not care. [Gang Shout] LIAR! [End]