[Intro]

He's dead

Yeah, he died

Can't your remember?

That's what you're here for

He's dead

[Verse 1]

I shove it up

I can do it, fit as fuck

Two and a half at a time

Just to make another eight squeeze

And push out big muscles as fuck

Yes, please

No drama

Click in lift it up for the body armor

I ain't yim, these pub dickheads

Lyle and Scott, Adidas wheeze

Tombstone knights around King Arthur's cheese

His dosh, two strokes doctor come here, please

Life down, wings and wheels

I know the roads of fair England now

Airlock, everybody is a fucking cock

Text dead men, burrowed deep in the holes of

Nationalist dens them men

Spittin' out, two lines on the table

At a fucking funeral for somebody who got sick of two lines on the table

[Chorus]

Top it up

At least the DJ's alright

I'm on a buzz

Shove it up

At least the DJ's alright

I'm on a buzz

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

[Verse 2]

The shine of the varnished bar

Menu cards, new menu, 2 meat, peri peri chicken

Ales blend into sleep

Into what? The rope is your destiny

The silence of the grams

Family don't like no fucker

TASCAM, 4-track, the real map, the way out

Ah, fuck that

Give me the key

You want a fucking class tune?

Then here you go then, gravy bum

You can have this one on me

What a nice man

There was nothing nice about the dickhead man

As peel hits the floor

His kids throwing fruit about

'Til she's old enough to break the law

[Chorus]

Top it up

At least the DJ's alright

I'm on a buzz

Shove it up

At least the DJ's alright

I'm on a buzz

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

[Outro]

Take me away from it

I don't want to go near it

I don't want to go near it

Take me away from it

I don't want to go near it

Take me away from it

Take me away from it

I don't want to go near it

Take me away from it