That's vulgar cone, mental lowrider His job from fate - trouble provider Pushing through life pointlessly ranting His sloppy lies ain't so enchanting The final stage of the ol'clap Fucked up his head, altered the chap Made him believe - it's ain't no fun He was the son of evil one
No fuckin' chance - no-one to hold ya No fuckin' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess
He was conceived by God knows that What could have spawned such a bad lot? His thoughts are dirty, his language vile He feeds on rests from a trash pile A widescreen squint, tall as a desk Lonely at school - it was a grotesque Broads looked at him in all dismay He wanted sex - he had to pay
No fuckin' chance - no-one to hold ya No fuckin' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess
When they say: go away! Disregard he'll display And they plea: "could you stop?" But their plans always flop They wish he'd fall asleep To get rid of the creep
No fuckin' chance - no-one to hold ya No fuckin' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess
No fuckin' chance - no-one to hold ya No fuckin' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a messTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
