So here you come again, updating terms of service

You give yourself ten extra ways to burn and bloody and hurt us

Cynical? Well I should bloody hope so

Woke? Well I should bloody cocoa

You bet our bloody lives on winning then you bloody lost

I'm not your bloody scrivener to count the bloody cost

But I mustn't be a Bartleby

And say I'd rather not

I pre-agreed, you did the rest

And sure, you lost the plot

You screwed things up so splendidly

I really have to laugh

I pre-agreed to everything

You did on my behalf

Adamant that you can still deliver everything

Chomping in the chicken bar while we sit chewing skin

What you lot have got it's not

What you have ought to got

I know what bloody decent is and this is bloody not

You bet our bloody lives on winning then you bloody lost

You're not my bloody saviour carrying your cross

But I mustn't be a Bartleby

And say I'd rather not

I pre-agreed, you did the rest

And sure, you lost the plot

You screwed things up, and screwed me down

You really had a laugh

I pre-agreed to everything

You did on my behalf

And there is no lawyer sly enough to talk you off this hook

The bloody time has bloody come to throw the bloody book

Bartleby the scrivener

It really costs a lot

Staying on the same page

With an age that's lost the plot

Keeping up with awfulness

We really had a laugh

We pre-agreed to everything

They did on our behalf