[Verse 1]
The smell of piss is so strong
It smells like decent bacon
Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill
Under the piss-station
Two pints destroyer on the cobbled floors
No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up
It's the final countdown, my f**in' journey
I woke up with sh** in my sock outside the Polish off-licence
"They don't mind" said the arsehole to the legs
You got to be cruel to be kind, sh** man
Save it up like Norman Colon
Release the stench of sh** grub like a giant toilet kraken
The lonely life that is touring
I got an armful of decent tunes, mate
But it's all so f**in' boring
[Verse 2]
Tied up in Nottz, with a Z, you c*nt
Black t-shirts and state toss
Nobby's nuts, the rule of rough cuts
A to Z of nothing gets all the shiz
We are real, we are lucky, 20p in the 10p mix
Crab eyes, another lonely little DJ with no f**in' life
Weetabix, England, f**in' shredded wheat, Kellogs c*nts
On bleak shiz, on our co*k, the green light don't stop
The sh** homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly
And it's beautiful how the privileged still let 'em in
[Chorus Outro]
Tied up in Nottz, sh**!
And then the dealer's tip top!
...Big up the riots!