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The Demon

 

The Demon

(album: Tiswas - 2014)


The Demon
Case it, case it
The Demon
Fanr

Tash and Kalash war men shout their gob off
Big smoke fatigues, arsed
You fuckers raise the town to the ground
It's all bollocks what army?
Smarmy
Forget it, you are actually believe it or not
The fucking cause of it
Directed not directed
Effected affected
We are thrown around like victims to an
Invading monster from the sea
Big claws and it don't knock on doors politely
Four coppers hassle one homeless man
Under a poster of Keira Knightley
Clear skies, clear lies, and obvious acts of robbery
I used to dabble as a petty thief, but the elite
Do the fucking job properly

The Demon
Case it, case it
The Demon
Fanr

The demon of the wastelands
Shaking staff shoot his enemies down
Anyone's up for grabs
Death pie tonight for the lads
You volunteer to be the enemies' fear
To be the bomb in the head of a
Fucking kid in bed men
The roots of the woods, small armies bang every day
Every paper abuse and fucking murder man
Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The Demon
Case it, case it
The Demon

The gratification
The sugar online
I got some twat giving it the tit grape
Giving it the game, bollocks
Hard man
Ex-soldier
That's you fucking problem mate, not mine
Shooting what?
Ya shooting fuck all
You're just paying for the furniture polish
In the captain's trophy hall
Pigs' heads, deers on legs, badgers with a grin
They're all stuffed in the din bin
Din tin, tin fuck off min
Auntie Min who hated the relatives in the bungalows
Uncle Charlie picks his fat toes, hobnail boot
I spend my break on the shit shoot
Big flavour, smells like tenth spirit
Couple of spliffs round the back if Hop Sing
I like a Chinese when I been out drinking

The Demon
Case it, case it
The Demon

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