from rags to richards

the fame. the fame

what else you got apart from chipboard

and sir lancelot

fags and meat

lincolnshire tweets

get slick

we mean it

kitchens and sniff

go hand in hand

like the wankers it employs

sexy people in shiny shit

with bags of it

to enjoy

have a bit of realism

no teeth and a bus stop seat

that's your house

y'racy prick

the tedium that connects itself to the nibble

local media

and posh suburban wankers

live in brussels

from rags to richards

the ferry got us out of the pain

from rags to richards

i hope i don't see that daft cunt again

blocked off

the entrance to this flat

and that

the life of a band

attracts the chubbs in packs

chubbed up mate

it's sex shows on tap

heaven 17

is that the house

name and number

pat?

rick got slick on a dark hole man

missed his train

did he fuck!

he didn't even go to the station duck

grey walls that tower

old bricks

stop the car pete

i'm gonna be sick

spray gun

make the petrol stain flowers wish they had done

parlour tales of death threats on golden thrones

those cunts at the top

carry hollow bones in throws

findus crispy human fingers

captain sadist

hundred per cent cod

fuck off!

from rags to richards

the ferry got us out of the pain

from rags to richards

i hope i don't see that daft cunt again

the fame. the fame

look mate

we got to get together

what for?

motorbikes kiss the green lights

snore snore snore

look mate

we got to get together

what for?

motorbikes kiss the green lights

snore snore snore

the fame. the fame. the fame. the fame. the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the fame

the