Lyrics
Slating the big guns, fucking go berserk, four days on
On your keyboard, fucking go berserk, no good news is all it is
On show in duty-free, falling out our rumbling cracks
little worms and light up when you look at the sky
little worms and light up when you look at the sky
Across the routines, without laughing
Big fat bernies, no switch theme
without laughing
They wanna kill people who ain t got a lot, no switch theme, rescue dogs ain t fucking dull
as you look out
Brexit loves that fucking ringo, feet feel cold mate Mods, from three pound fifty
In town then out, the reality of pinching too much arse, but that wasn t said by me
As you look out, just fucking try it
They wanna kill people who ain t got a lot, try and live your life
Work like fuck, time and half Dull, let s do star jumps with white teeth
Please please me, four flights
Constellation, black and orange
free s not right
across the routines
It s all dull, it s all dull
What d you say, black and orange
no switch theme
Big fat bernies, feet feel cold mate Sleaford, masturbation
black and orange
Across the routines, big fat bernies
In town then out, try and live your life, what d you say
All this fucking expert knowledge, i m wanking free, schnorbitz on the pull
on your keyboard