I Claudius

Yeah Superman sweatshirt on Christmas Eve was the best one With brown wood TV, rockery, steam from the pot and the drinks You can't put one out Even when your heart hangs like a loose stool that won't drop Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won't make you stop In the shed What chance does the kids you have had? Just piss artists like you and dad Just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself Love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf I Claudius, ITV at noon Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips I Claudius, ITV at noon Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips Does he eat, Dad? Dad? Does he eat? Dad? The silent enemy lurks Looks trustworthy, but when the guard's down, it will sing "What's fucking wrong with loving your country?" Everything The silent enemy that hangs like nets And tries to catch you so it can eat ya A bit o' din-din, you can't trust these bastards They won't throw you back in You know that garden you had done With tight roads, how did they park up? How did they unload? You know that digger you bought? You know that lorry you load? How did you park up? How did you unload? Ah, fuck, panic code You never forget them digits You never let go Ah, fuck, panic code You never put it down like a bucket 'Ere, can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out? I Claudius, ITV at noon Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips I Claudius, ITV at noon Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips Palm Angels loser, you don't talk about me I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere I had a real journey I got vrooms like a kid's car garage Loads of stops you wanna pop by I'll fuckin' fill ya up, shut up Palm Angels loser, you don't talk about me I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere I had a real journey I got vrooms like a kid's car garage Loads of stops you wanna pop by I'll fuckin' fill you up, shut up