2 Yrs

"What ya do that for? You what? I said What you fucking..." Had enough of ? had enough of Rocco Had enough of two bit debts Giving the collectors Tourette's Had enough of prostitutes Looking destitute In the back of a scabby taxi Squeezing up for a kiss Give us a kiss well kiss this We can't do this we can't do that I fall out with a lot of people Mainly cause I'm pissed Mainly cause their all twats Oh my you got a production company Geezer offered me a job I'll shag your birds but I want Plenty of doo dah And by the way mate If you're that sorted Why you driving your birds car? Shoplifters in sleeping bags They've nicked from camping shops Near greasy cafes I pushed it up with a spanner I'm not wiping it up I'm not sharing with you A cleaner appeals but not The infective residue This place is awful but what you Supposed to do? (Fuck all) Your numbers been blocked By every bodybag in town The liar barefaced I'm looking for corpses in higher places So I can spit on them on the way down Fuck your job I'm gone I'm gonna do 111 A do one one Friendship doesn't come into this statement I'm pissed on high pavement and I love ya brother but I'm disconnected from The clueless cunt in an helicopter Big ears and a pair of (?) jeans Obsessed with money you fuck Obsessed with money you fuck Obsessed with money you "What ya do that for? You what? I said What you fucking..." It was down A Block on a Saturday Slagging Bradford City they are shit Because they play really badly I'm in their like swimwear John Farr too far memories of hell Sheepskin mainline readier Ready and wait One can left for another two bag oblivion Public toilet death Have no idea what I did next Down the Mill magazines I'm so ill pill till kill The demons with power wank semen Until the dawn Too much to take in a life of porn Fat gums this loser Never did his sums It goes around and then it comes "What ya do that for? You what? I said What you fucking..." Top notch a job A 32 inch waist Big Harris (?) I'm the Marathon Man Bruising the big peach Boning away vintage Printed beaver banging balls Saturday Night Fever (?) Richard Harris big Harris Dogging oblivion Apocalyptic terror The Four Horseman slapping your face Get off the beach The sharks have learned how to walk You can forget about the weather Am I bragging Am I bragging? Nineteen minutes to down a pint Am I rushing am I binging? No I'm completely bored out of my mind If the treasure is in the chest Then take your bra off now darling I'm not a gentleman That's about as appealing As a can of Carling, darling Lovely, safe as milk I fly like a tungsten I'm as hard as some cunt from Ilkeston The Spotlight Kid dropping Mad clobber making people laugh Like James round the back of Sid Butch Twatface and the Sundance Tit "Went to the doctor today" "What he say?" "He said you're going to die in two years If you keep doing what your doing" "You need to stop then don't you" "It's good to have money then isn't it? "Uh, more than money" "Do you want to stop?" "No."