Shoving the Images

Like what

Endless war whether you like it or not

Who's the original printer?

Who's shoving the images on ta ya

I ain't a coward you cunt

I'll shave ya hair off and make you look like Ian Dunt, you cunt

Watch ya mouth

Muscle man, these muscle men

Midget little side kicks and then San wank gimmicks

Amateurs never got wid it

These lads on big mouth, what dya do?

These lads got troubles, I'll tell ya what I'll do

Wank my cock until I jizz the mess all over you, cunt

Take ya mum out for dinner

Get her to WhatsApp ya, in-between sheets of my paint thinner

In a town called Bastard

You do not wanna play joke custard, no joke

Fried eggs git, fried yoke

Who's shoving the images on to ya

Who's shoving the images on to ya

Big lads text like big lads front

But ya all really quiet in the dressing room, cunt

Big lads text but they don't get front

'Cause ya all fucking quiet in the dressing room, cunt

Like carrots, I want the mange tout

Lift keys fucked and the rains coming down

Kids in tents, other bones on the streets

Poverty levels like crackling meat

In a tea cup, you got the same thing here

Guilt and sex like cars hit deer

I don't fuckin' want

Fuckin' want what

A life on social media going, I'm so smart

Look at my retort, look at what I resort too

We've all been there but I flew back

Don't get holiday blues, got heritage bands trying to PR they're way out of looking like glue

But what goes around is gonna re-'appen to you

I stay in at night keep my mouth shut just like I should do

Who's shoving the images on to ya?

Who's shoving, who's shoving the images on to ya?

Same old punk shit carping on

Ten versions of the same shit

S and M leather kit, but you can't get whipped

You can't get gigs, you got no friends 'cause you're fucking shit

S and M leather kit

But you can't get whipped

S and M leather kit

But you can't fucked 'cause you're a fucking cunt