Scarlet for the girl
Staving off the tummy wolf
Rumage through the rubbish for a scrummy little tit-bit
Can't afford to nit pick
Punkapopalyptic
Pouting for the punters putting on some lipsticky
Wise cracking assholes
Widen cracks in your soul
Wide enough to drive a whole lorry load of turkeys home
To roost, before the roasting traffic jams
And tarmacadam pirates
Soak up all the slack
I can do without that
I can do without it
I can do without all this shit
It really is a pain in the ass
I can do without that
I can do without
I can do without all this
It really is
Sickened for the man
Minced up in the gristle grinder
Splinters in your pasty and an advert for a panty-liner
Segue to the sarcy DJ chat
Riding on the fortunes of another bodies back
Sorry for myself
Mining for some inspiration
Sucked into the engine purring plunging
Carbon poisins puking carconogenic crap
I can do without that
Depth charge, heart attack,
Jack knife, head on crash,
Pop star, lipstick, metal, feathers
Turkey gibblets
Blocking every pass
Our trusty DJ laughs
'This is for you if you're fowled up in the tail-back'
I can do without that
Macho muck savages exposing their back passages
I can do without
Free-basing Freemasons flexing moral muscle
I can do without
