good evening i'm from Essex
in case you couldn't tell
my given
You must have seen parties of Blockheads
With blotched and lagered
in the deserts of Sudan
and the gardens of Japan
from Milan
If I was with a woman she'd wonder what was
He's got his little Y-fronts and he's got his little
arseholes, bastards fucking cunts and pricks
aerosole, the bricks
a lawless bra
In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick
South
Rough kids play rough games and kick tin cans
Leave their
Blue Gene baby
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the
I could be the driver an articulated lorry
I could be
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