Acropolis Sound - Burntout lyrics

[Chorus (GAIKA)] This is our ting Believe I'm in it for the win Burnt out built in Flyin' high, you can't break my wings X2 [GAIKA] I'll take a limb mr soft skin easy bruise You listen had hard words from this art brut Cruel masai, nintey six Abu Salim scene Gaddaifai Past future Bond villian Billion stunts sun of Samedi Raiding parklife panties Rpgs to crystal ceiling casually Fritzl sh** I'm touching on your family Relish was the sauce now I'm here slicing tongues Banzai to your harbor like ichi ni san, dark So I sprayed all your feelings on pneumatic women Backstage so piff some chicken wings and the win f** rainy politics I'm trying swing Britain listen Give the crack up you bag of smashed mugs I'm sick in chunks of coconut quarter hitting d** Laxatives talk the runs and such You must be drunk from all that Mauby punch Read the chronicle pacify this Your moisture syllables won't halt a cartel fist [Chorus (GAIKA)] This is our ting Believe I'm in it for the win Burnt out built in Flyin' high, you can't break my wings X2 [MURKAGE DAVE] I went down to the valley a shepherd, emerged king The crown fits, an Ovitz to the misfits We need for no master Fresco on fresh plaster Our entrance song is a Handel Sonata, uhh Allelujah to Allah, allez allez On y va 'til none of these f**ers remain Behold the cherubim wings stretched out above me You can cuss me, but you could never touch me Manc by attrition with a southerner's twang Born by the Green Man where the children of the land took a stand You can't gimme the syrup of these cabinet hypocrites Straight up not having it that brick for a ballot sh** f** another enquiry let's take it to March 31st 1990 If you don't like me just fight me Now everybody say bonsoir to Le Pape Noir If Murkage in your city then prepare for the mania [Chorus (GAIKA)] This is our ting Believe I'm in it for the win Burnt out built in Flyin' high, you can't break my wings X2