[Verse 1]

I had...

I had, I had an organic chicken, it was shit

As the day played out in the evening's pit

Homeowner man, I'm a family guy

Brex-City Roller, we do and still die

Less than zero, flat in the head

Lobbing up drugs to get out of us heads

Every fucking week, there's another black death

Another old man in a robe and that, yeah, bleak

Dale Winton, Supermarket Sweep

Feudals got a game too, it ain't as bad

There's a bigger prize, and it's called land grab

Have that, oh, ta!

I think I'll call myself Lord Bastard of Sir Bastar-Dada

[Pre-Chorus]

Throw a load 'round

Let it rot on the ground

Throw a load 'round

Let it rot on the ground

[Chorus]

Ain't cuddly what you're doing, sod your teddy bear

Sod your little promises, nobody fucking cares

Hanging out the back of the monied view

Lifeless tears for the attentive few

And all at once, we will realise

It will happen suddenly

You ain't that fucking cuddly

[Verse 2]

A life sentence down, LOL, what next?

Exorcist puke on my chatty vest

The score of the street, past the shops' rotting meat

The death of the customer, no meet, no greet

No halftime, a full ninety minutes

Screaming shit all the time, shit players

Hair transplants, Leo Sayers

What does a million quid a week bring

When your brain can't tell your legs to kick the fucking thing?

[Pre-Chorus]

Throw a load 'round

Let it rot on the ground

Throw a load 'round

Let it rot on the ground

[Chorus]

Ain't cuddly what you're doing, sod your teddy bear

Sod your little promises, nobody fucking cares

Hanging out the back of the monied view

Lifeless tears for the attentive few

And all at once, we will realise

It will happen suddenly

You ain't that fucking cuddly

[Verse 3]

Reduce timetable as the stairs get blocked

At iPhone level, no joke

I draw a tenner out and my fingers get stiffed

On the used ten pound note's coke, no joke

Overground, and the sites don't encourage good learning

My fingers drop shit

Fingernails are curling, they’re fucking gurning

Lob gob, this is our tree

But there's no chance of reaching the treetop, or what?

Probably not, as the case may be

Luck is a charm, a bracelet's arm

Snatching itself back from the wrong palm

Luck is a charm, a bracelet's arm

Snatching itself back from the wrong palm

[Pre-Chorus]

Throw a load 'round

Let it rot on the ground

Throw a load 'round

Let it rot on the ground

[Chorus]

Ain't cuddly what you're doing, sod your teddy bear

Sod your little promises, nobody fucking cares

Hanging out the back of the monied view

Lifeless tears for the attentive few

And all at once, we will realise

It will happen suddenly

You ain't that fucking cuddly

[Outro]

It will happen suddenly

You ain't that fucking cuddly

It will happen suddenly

You ain't that fucking cuddly