He works it out when he saw this girl coming He made it up when her boyfriend was showing (up) What else his hand can be just about touching? The guy freaked out when phone numbers were given, Words spoken all along, time to take it wrong God Damn D astigmatic poses around Is he gonna make a break? He’s getting fucking sick Wanna kick him hard then make him eat his dick I try to take a breath, finding a shower But I look even more dirty just after Get back in the van; build up another plan Skal’s stinking feet come like a Storm before the calm
BENG BENG ! That's UK stories My Life goes on with stories As it ends with your work glories Why the fuck you feed your chest With pathetic and daily regrets
The Master has to come; we call it the “Gambas” Smoking dope weed, he says bullshit on the couch Healthy times come, well… Stepping on needles on the floor Gonna need a lift to smash a dance floor Wanna light a fag, excited, getting mad Her Black Hole is bigger than the blackout I had Gonna need a hand, I’m so glad that my friends Tie to the seat their girdles that help to hold my hand
We’ve met buddies in these unknown cities We’ve plugged the mics to see how the hell you’re skanking We gave in hard and saw rudeboys slamming We wear the hoods, when the strings are shaking Okay the fiftieth (50) show is made Gonna figure out what we are up to today Lost Soul, You’re done, your teeth are not yellow, they’re Brown No worries, you’re all homies Just a little shame that you’re all dirties No worries you’re all homies We keep in our heart all your cities