black monday

well gather your gods

waiting room stench

the loos smell nice

faces of death rip the tickets

fifty potential health problems cover the walls

i could have them all

who cares

death rays burn the air conditioning

and smash out the warnings that everyone needs to hear

this is the end of your cool black monday

deadly sixty

welcome back at 8

i can't believe the rich still exist

let alone fucking rule the country

mate

dogwaste car showrooms

look fucking stupid

shiny inventions

unobtainable for the real

obtainable for the tits

big car

small life

that's just the way it is

black monday

black monday

black monday

black monday for the tory

well gather your gods

we took back the streets from the potholes

and the last remaining internet cafes on the boulevards

we overturn world order - 10

000 strong

it's not enough anymore just to have a fucking singalong

so i started hating the coppers

fucking showstoppers

low-flying helicopters

spoil season five

nip/tuck

keith weetabix

tastes like crab sticks

wake up

what's that cunt doing outside near my fucking my car lot?

echo beach

glitter

eighties segregation

so shit

financial ladder

false tit party

blackadder

what has it come to when only the monsters point the finger

i'm not a burger

i'm not a fucking zinger

needles protect the neon logos from pigeon shit

and the blue sky's wasted

it's fucking sick of it

black monday

black monday

black monday

black monday for the tory

black monday

black monday

black monday

black monday for the tory