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Hanging out the back, less than zero
They re fucking gurning, i had an organic chicken it was shit
Brex-city roller we do and still die, less than zero, hair transplants
sod your little promises nobody fucking cares
hanging out the back
Throw a load round, and all at once we will realise, i had an organic chicken it was shit
and all at once we will realise
brex-city roller we do and still die
Of the monied few, you ain t that fucking cuddly
It will happen suddenly, at iphone level, screaming shit all the time
And all at once we will realise, this is our tree but there s no chance Cuddly, and all at once we will realise
sod your little promises nobody fucking cares
sod your little promises nobody fucking cares
Throw a load round, it ain t as bad, sod your little promises nobody fucking cares
It will happen suddenly, of reaching the tree top or what, ain t cuddly what you doing
Ain t cuddly what you doing, on the ground
snatching itself back from the wrong palm
On the ground, the death of the customer
every fucking week there s another black death
There s a bigger prize and it s called land grab, finger nails are curling, hanging out the back
Hanging out the back, sod your little promises nobody fucking cares
Lobbing up drugs to get out of us heads, of the monied few
Throw a load round, brex-city roller we do and still die Cuddly, sod your little promises nobody fucking cares
no half time
Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares, hair transplants, i m a family guy
Probably not, a bracelets arm
of the monied few
Throw a load round, screaming shit all the time Sleaford, of the monied few
lifeless tears for the attentive few