I don't get it
I'm not with it
You don't get it
You're not ready
I'm gonna kill you
(No I'm not) Yes I am
I only eat sandwiches with turkey, not with ham
I wear spiked hair and torn underwear
Did you even know that I don't really care?
It's true
We're done. (We're through!)
They took me and they shoved me inside cell block two
Smells like poo
A bit like you
I wonder where those kids are who used to huff glue, achoo
It's a British Punk Rock Song
We're British, and we're singing songs
We're a British Punk Rock band
We're better than you
It's a British Punk Rock Song
We're British, and we're singing songs
We're a British Punk Rock band
We're better than you
I'm done thinking
It don't do me good
I'm just wankin, on my morning wood
You think I'm vulgar (What?)
You ain't seem shit, cause I just f*cked your nan and she tasted it (goddamn)
It's a British Punk Rock Song
We're British, and we're singing songs
We're a British Punk Rock band
We're better than you
It's a British Punk Rock Song
We're British, and we're singing songs
We're a British Punk Rock band
We're better than you.