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They're coming here
They're waiting at the edge of the city
They're peering around
They're going at night

And they're waiting
They're waiting for you
And they'll take you one by one and no one will hear you scream
No one will hear you scream

Creature's of habit rocking a scungy den
With no food, no brews
Tally with corrupt news
Torn clothes living with a whore
No kids they were aborted
Life was so raw, distorted

Boredom
Everything in the house was rorted
Bills weren't sorted
His whore was like a prison warden
And everyone turned their back when they saw them
Cause their domestics were war-torn, insubordinate

Kids addicted to smack fits
Crack hits
To feed their habits
They just rack shit, dack shit
Dirty picks, box cutter blades
They pack it
They pop a couple bricks and go spastic
They're rat shit, lookin chat
Even though they feel fantastic
They're always on the earn
They're plastic for
Plastic cards
Creepin through backyards
Pulling boxies and leaving cunts with fat scars
You never know when dramas will pop up
F*ck, they even rock a habit when they're locked up

Yeah

So check

Yo
They're night dwellers
Pale faced fellas
They see you doing good and get jealous
They get callous
The shit they do make you cringe
Raid a fit bin
On a binge for a second hand syringe
I've never seen such putrid
Crumb skunk cunts
They're f*cked up dumb cunts

They wonder why they get a dirty hit and a bung arm
I'm all brassed out
Saying "I just want to have a bitta fun
Son, with someone"

Shut the f*ck up and get in the trunk
Crumb
Yeahhh,
I'm not saying that
All the cunts doing the bupe
Chicken soup rocking the city loop
Are pewtch
Nahhh
It's the motherf*cking kiddy touchers and rapists
The f*cking scotch tapers
Yeah

We know that they're bad dogs
But coz they kick the bupe, cunts say they're toffs

F*ck that
They should be knocked
When they hit the bewb, they should get got
And f*ck so what if they're on 32 megs
Remember they're in for f*cking a baby's head
F*ck
That makes me frothhhh
We just gotta stomp on the head of these dogggs
Yeah

And don't forget them weasles
That tick ten squires on the heads of other people
They're just looking for the next shot
Like a big fat turd
Their morals went plop
For a shot of spit rock
They'll suck your cock
For the wash

I reckon that'll suck your cock
For one ox and PT your socks and Jocks
Can you live with the fact you're a goose with a loose tongue
You thieve air that you breathe in your lungs

The difference between a junkie and a user
The junkies and abuser
Can you live with the fact you're a goose with a loose tongue

You thieve air that you breathe in your lungs
The difference between
Ohh naahh
It finished

That was close
I nearly got it all in
It finished, yeah
But we got most of that...