Elbows

Elbows, elbows on the tube

Invade my territory

And I wonder, what sort of cunt are you?

I guess you've heard the stories

Coz you have got to die

You're driving me mad

Your disrespect

I'll be glad when you're dead

Coz you have got to die

I'm gonna form a gang

Smash your fuckin' phones right out of your hands

Go play your shitty music some place else

Is that your bag? What's it doing on my seat, I'm on my feet, it's on my seat

Coz you have got to die

You're driving me mad

Your disrespect

I'll be glad when you're dead

Coz you have got to die

And I say these things but all I end up with is a bar around my neck from the people that I was trying to protect