Scarlet for the girl  Staving off the tummy wolf  Rumage through the rubbish for a scrummy little tit-bit  Can't afford to nit pick  Punkapopalyptic  Pouting for the punters putting on some lipsticky  Wise cracking assholes  Widen cracks in your soul  Wide enough to drive a whole lorry load of turkeys home  To roost, before the roasting traffic jams  And tarmacadam pirates  Soak up all the slack  I can do without that  I can do without it  I can do without all this shit  It really is a pain in the ass  I can do without that  I can do without  I can do without all this  It really is  Sickened for the man  Minced up in the gristle grinder  Splinters in your pasty and an advert for a panty-liner  Segue to the sarcy DJ chat  Riding on the fortunes of another bodies back  Sorry for myself  Mining for some inspiration  Sucked into the engine purring plunging  Carbon poisins puking carconogenic crap  I can do without that  Depth charge, heart attack,  Jack knife, head on crash,  Pop star, lipstick, metal, feathers  Turkey gibblets  Blocking every pass  Our trusty DJ laughs  'This is for you if you're fowled up in the tail-back'  I can do without that  Macho muck savages exposing their back passages  I can do without  Free-basing Freemasons flexing moral muscle  I can do without