PIGS PUDDIN.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Have you ever ate pig's pudding? It's fucking disgusting But I eat it at birthdays and funerals Feeding on the blood of the weak Makes me feel like less of an absolute fuck up I feel like a fat god on a bench Noshing on the mortal blood sausage I wallow in the stench And take those in my vicinity hostage To my oppressive mood Shared amongst the brood The end runs at me like a nemesis No stoppage, swallow me The passengers are enemies The bus is flooding They can see my history They're all whispering and judging Swallow me, swallow me Take my bloodline and make pig's pudding La-dee La-dee-da-dee I lost my key, it's so easy I've only got one key And the missus ain't back for hours And I've already had a day You know, one of them days Now all I can do is sit by the bins And pontificate the fucking state of the fucking state Stand at the gate and self-flagellate You might think 'blimey' But I'm running out of ways to communicate If we all just round 'em up they wouldn't have a look in Take back the blood and make pig's pudding La-dee La-dee-da-dee Well, I guess I could just go and fuck myself And I just might