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