Lyrics:
to be true yeah
It's as simple as adding 1 + 1
Together
Much rather a nice idiot
Than someone that's an arse hole and clever
Being a proper naughty geezer
What you doin' next year?
Some folk young, course
Come down near the river
Cuttin' words into leaves
So clever
And your kiss-arse servants
Still
to your purse
Well then pocket the difference to fund entertainment
When you're on chemotherapy
It isn't clever at all
I bang my head on the wall
I could
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
these things for real?
I do these things just so I survive.
And you know I will survive.
It may look to the untrained eye,
I'm sitting on my arse
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move
Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move it
it
My love is a gun want you to use it
Go ahead, Baby shoot me
And I know, and I know
I always try talk clever
Does it show? Does it show that
looked a million dollars,
But the body beneath, it looked just like Rick Waller's.
The makeup you wear is a clever disguise
To hide your moustache
front and me behind of course
Clever Hans
We're a pantomime horse
And I'm mixing up my metaphors
And I'm starting to see red, I'm starting to see
Oi, Reg, meat and two veg?
He done him with a ten pound sledge
He done himself a favour *crash*
Forty year-old arse-wipe,
Mrs. Elizabeth
like beef
One time for the Lord, my arse
Limping, carrying tubs of water, drinking
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete
your place
Don’t read too many books
Sag your jeans screw your face chat shit
Act thick practice
Your backflips
Put your motherfucking arse out
For
so I can see the sun return once more
Okay, okay, then you say whatever
Okay, okay, you think you’re, oh, so clever
Okay, okay, then you say whatever
you're doin' fine
I think I need a drink
You make me crazy 'cause you don't give a rat's arse
Your shoulder's cold as ice
Cut me down with your witty
say I'm too clever
They shoulda known better
Exclusions and home letter
Coz from young a go getter
Assisting like juan mata
Man a gyallis
Like Hugh
the world so you can bet your arse
we're living in an age of information
we should put an end to global starvation 'cos
Bob Geldof showed us how to feed
quietly shouting save me
It pumps out the tracks that i pull from my arse
Cause you cant spell art without nearly spelling fart
But listen, there ain't
You choose your offence (repeat)
Yeah I speak clever, better seek
Terror sweat
My lyrics meta
Undercover, head spin
Nutter, fuck 'em - guttersnipes
Necks snap, my writing got, better clever, fighting shot
Fighting chance, biting not, wordsmith, write a lot
Chill trip, field trip, opposite from hyper
that I can't ignore
But you're gonna pay the price that you can't afford
I came out guns blazing
Now all this blood raining
I left his arse
Nothing's ever never
But if you're clever
You'll feel it in the grass
And know it's all the same
If one thing's for sure
It's that never's always
credibility
The qualifying factors are politics and class
Left wing macho street fighters willing to kick arse
They said because of racism they'd come out
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