| The smell of piss is so strong
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| It smells like decent bacon
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| Kevin’s getting footloose on the overspill
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| Under the piss-station
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| Two pints destroyer on the cobbled floors
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| No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up
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| It’s «The Final Countdown,» by fuckin' Journey
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| I woke up with shit in my sock outside the Polish off-licence
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| «They don’t mind» said the arsehole to the legs
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| You got to be cruel to be kind, shit bank
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| Save it up like Norbert Colon
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| Release the stench of shit grub like a giant toilet kraken
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| The lonely life that is touring
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| I got an armful of decent tunes, mate
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| But it’s all so fuckin' boring
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| Tied up in Nottz, with a Z, you cunt
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| Black t-shirts and state toss
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| Nobby’s Nuts, the rule of rough cuts
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| A to Z of nothing gets all the shiz
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| We are real, we are looking 20p in the 10p mix
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| Crab eyes, another lonely little DJ with no fuckin' life
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| Weetabix, England, fuckin' shredded wheat, Kelloggs cunts
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| On bleak shiz, hard cock, the green light don’t stop
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| The shit homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly
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| And it’s beautiful how the privileged still let 'em in
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| Tied up in Nottz, Shit!
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| And then the dealer’s tipped up
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| Tied up in Nottz, Shit!
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| And then the dealer’s tipped up
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| Tied up in Nottz, Shit!
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| And then the dealer’s tipped up
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| Tied up in Nottz, Shit!
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| And then the dealer’s tipped up
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| …Big up the riots! |