I have sh** my trousers could a fresh pair you please lend
I'm lying in a pool of piss I'm waiting for the end
That vomit on the pavement it's mine you can depend
All the bottles I have drunk on a breweries freehold I could spend
The dogs all sit upwind of me and their nostrils they defend
I'm waiting for the end yes I'm waiting for the end
Piss and sh** and rancid sweat are the perfume that I vend