Blog Maggot
(专辑: All That Glue - 2020)
Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Celebrities are flocking My real mates are dropping The
English way: If you look like y'winning they fuck ya mate Winning what? I
got a
fruit machine wi' chewy on the
slot I'm knocking back nicotine beans My fingertips tingle official... or non-official I
just wanna send the
fucking email Blog maggot, YouTube twat If I
ever meet the
cunt I'll bite his fucking head flat Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot This is why the
force is strong with a
Tory No blonde moments, no-ones shite We are just tricked into dislike Headcase men dead men war Ed Sheeran selling fast best album marketing farce On You We are John Rocha we are all John Rocha Used to be fendi trendy faintly trendy Now nobody gives a
tosser All of this death everyone's deaf all of the
death William S. Burroughs can tell him Seth It's all this death, who ever On your Facebook feed poster Philosophical wanker All this death We are all half-cut half-dead hard to swallow Night trainers on me I
can't sing about anarchy in all this death You, multiple images, magazine men I'm buff like a
tent, smoking a
peg men Guts like a
stink pipe sink pipe Bits of bean juice washing-up sleep then death All this death All this death All this death All this fucking death Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot Promenade voting jacket Silver bullet polo hacket Golden stitch don't ya skinnage No, I'm minted mate Geronimo, tally-ho, bombs away Derek Don't sound quite the
same They've all got shit Eighties mahogany wood names Like fat cigars in sunburnt boxes Lord Loxley Cobhead in Union Jack wasits Robin Thicke thick as fuck The
trendy sex heads are all thick as fuck That cunt with the
big hat He's as thick as fuck That cunt who gave drugs up But still writes tunes that celebrate 'em He's as thick as fuck Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm People can do what they want no they can't Y'can't keep kissing that cunt behind reception It's work you twat And not a
flashy love bite convention Moaning like a
poor cunt Like a
shriveled bitter wanker A
stomach full of Gold Blend trousers Like Jo Fucking Fox's New 30 mile speed limit enforce Speed camera pensioners on Harleys, yeah course Y'reap the
Tudor piglets of picturesque hamlets Park outside some cunt's house Toggy pocket He's the
gaffer Selwyn Froggitt I
flog parrots to them Grantham lads Do a
little Leonard one-skinner It's not that y'can handle it It's just that you don't want to fucking talk about it Pepper on chips I
can yam five filet of fish easy The
idea is you gotta go around the
bend And not into it Key markets, Fine fare, Fine trade Chris Martin nightmare Nightmare n-n-n-nn-nn Nightmare n-n-n-nn-nn Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot m-m-m-mm-mm Blog maggot