It isn't hard ye get passed by

Some cunts get aw the birds aw the luck

Get yer top button up man

Jealousy is a greedy mutt, right?

Aren't we all such a bunch of creative minds

Yer covers blown, the pages melt

A good double agent never leaves home

Without a smile

And a belt

We're aw going to hell

We're aw going and we're running on time

We're running on, running on time

We're running on time

You'll get your very own cell

Come live with me

You'll get your very own cell

But I'll get mine as well

I'll get mine as well

Blabber mouth

Battled on

Sang his last swan song leaning on a double speak demigod con

Paint clots to an old tablecloth left to the outside

Now you're right

The sun will be out in a while

The light will go out in your head

It’s harder than I thought

Nothing is making you smile

You can't get out of your bed

It’s harder than I thought