Lay your head down crowned paupress, pringle, don’t stop because the ‘can’t stop’ must stop with its impulse, stomp out the flames
Please use the co2 fire extinguisher for an electrical fire, thank you, please, be your next big thing, the wholly vibration, stand up straight, you been, since you were in the Pampers easy fit big nappies, in the nippy wind, ice-cream round your chops, paint in your hair - you just didn’t care about belly tops, and heels on your flip flops,
Think back to the time you thought dolphins were cute, now, duke, get off your high horse, your polo playing contains not just a fresh hole, but a black one (DOWNHILLS SPIRAL), now comedy: black, as the old sweet shop liquorice, when you were a lil kid, you had just one wish, and now, that wish is just a stick in the ground, to have, to mark out your existence,
Please do not litter, as you will be fined up to a thousand,
Remember when you used to crawl in the sand,
Down the Blackpool bitch, - (conduit, you'd.. contuining to sentence-)
Remember when you got your chips nicked from the seagull - felt like last week, you were felt tipping, the high top shoes, and old skool, fuse, blown, please make sure the pop music did its chore, took out the crap of the R&B bash -
Your impulse is only addressed to the branded fragrance,
Your address is far more convenient in the privatisms, you don’t seem to be scared by all these politicians,
But you seem to get scared with all the pollution,
But did y’know, if you ate meat, and you care about the greenhouse gases, you are evil, you are the dark sparks, a guy fawking pitch forking, eat with good mannerism,
I think we all screwed up in munching too much revolution
Bumper’d car stickered into a lady, interfered with the word on her top ‘ MUNCH’- I complimented, and said why that word, then I heard; she said - 'it’s where I chore for a wage', I said ‘turn the other page, you’re a fan of the character in ‘Two Pints Of Lager’’ - E don’t know how to speak to women, in a good manner, but he’s just a kid, he’ll learn his behaviour,
Now, you used to live in Scandinavia, is that close to Bulgaria? It’s all bull crap, wherever you say ‘wherever you’re at’, were all from the same place - a fat stomach of a female race, the female, who when we were
in, she looks like a whale, whom sea, roamer, merrrr-maid is paid by the bar, laid off after Christmas because her salary costs the bar too much, it’s a pub, not a bank, now c’mon, it’s not like were evil, if you want evil, go speak to Anne Frank,
Hollow caust eggs down the coast crack out chickens that get fed on stories wrote by dickens, are stuffed with turkeys, gelatine and mc donalds, is mc an irish?.. for the mac of it cracked the skin of an animal, 'screw you' nails... never to save the life of a whale, chew that gum maestro, whale bum, drink that energy drink containing taurine
which is the the bulls victorious urine, RED FLAG FLY ON...
Go on, lick those sticky lips, and sticky caps, in letters, never ever wrote your address well,
Stamp collecting was never the thing,
And who said stomping was the romp of a virgin, we thought it be the movement of a giant,
Seems all we know is nout,
Don’t even know a current from a currant.
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