shit streets runny

i used to be a part of that door swings open

swagger to the bar crew

saturday start at four

get fuckin' nailed down the oak

fly into the city in my technicoloured dream coat

stories told all night about a rambo-style attack

on any fuckin' arsehole in a sheep shagger's mac

i lived my file on an empty tank

full of shaggy tit wank

blankety blank

and i always made sure the fuckin' contestants

got it wrong

bow! bow!

i fill the frightening void with a chirpy attitude

good as gold

i am a nasty bastard in stage tights

and mate

i tread the boards and i'll bring the fuckin'

curtain down with my uneducated hordes

i used to be

shit streets runny

i used to be

shit streets runny

i used to be

shit streets runny

i used to be

attention to detail

attention to detail

fuckin' email

wav

mp3

i need a fuckin' bath

you ain't no roadrunner

you ain't no shoot shoot the runner

shit take on it

meanwhile

back at the crap cave

i trod on my cape by mistake

and fell into the fridge

mate

i fuckin' hate northern soul

it's like motown's on the dole

and the housing benefit bouncers ain't happy

with the inspection

brian eno

what the fuck does he know?

doodling away with a fuckin' alien haircut mate

head louse

i built a swimming pool in my living room

and i called it 'deep house'

you're so edgy mate

you're so edgy

crap bands

i play to a crowd of no-one but have got loads of online fans

i'm cynical me

yeah

bitter

i post horrible messages to successful musicians on me smartphone. fuckin' twitter

the dew on the grass in the park

slap me round the face

i woke up

- what the fuck you doin' in this place?

it's not the wankers or the misplaced weaks

the fuckin' dodgy roofers

mate