He works it out when he saw this [bad word] He made it up when her boyfriend was showing (up)
What else his hand can be just about touching?
The guy freaked out when phone numbers were given,
Words spoken all along, time to take it wrong
God [bad word] astigmatic poses around
Is he gonna make a break? He’s getting [bad word] sick
Wanna kick him hard then make him eat his [bad word] I try to take a breath, finding a shower
But I look even more dirty just after
Get back in the van; build up another plan
Skal’s stinking [bad word] like a Storm before the calm

BENG BENG ! That's UK stories
My Life goes on with stories
As it ends with your work glories
Why the [bad word] you feed your chest
With pathetic and daily regrets

The Master has [bad word]  we call it the “Gambas”
Smoking dope weed, he says [bad word] on the couch
Healthy [bad word]  well… Stepping on needles on the floor
Gonna need a lift to smash a dance floor
Wanna light a [bad word]  excited, getting mad
Her Black Hole is bigger than the blackout I had
Gonna need a hand, I’m so glad that my friends
Tie to the seat their girdles that help to hold my hand

We’ve met buddies in these unknown cities
We’ve plugged the mics to see how the [bad word] you’re skanking
We gave in hard and [bad word] slamming
We wear the hoods, when the strings are shaking
Okay the fiftieth (50) show is made
Gonna figure out what we are up to today
Lost Soul, You’re done, your teeth are not yellow, they’re Brown
No worries, you’re all homies
Just a little shame that you’re all dirties
No worries you’re all homies
We keep in our heart all your cities