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."