its a pitter patter
all the work of your grey matter
all the ashes that you scatter
and you just keep gettin fatter

eatin shit with bread an butter
while the kids are in the gutter
why not have another flutter

dip and duck an slide
it is dark on the inside
think you still have your pride

fifty more now to some other
you think your goin to smother
why not some to your mother

which was made in south Japan
like the hot oil in the pan
spittin at you cos it can

now you don’t need to hide
safe and cosy here inside
will she take you for a ride

its so cold here once again
fucking time to get the train
I wish it was sunny spain

it was time we all were fed
time the chicken should be bled
by tomorrow we’ll be dead

dropping bloodshed by the load
killin every greedy toad
its the bullshit that you sowed

Going out Jagin with your couzin
Givin out your lovin
Broken hearts are cheaper by the dozen

No more messing no more draggin
Throw that heavy sack in
This time tomorrow we’ll be shaggin

May 2014