Nom Nom Nom

Yeah, people need hurting and I'm the geezer

I'll come 'round ya house, I'll slap ya with my visa

I don't care about all this wellness shit

I'm the nightmare to your progressiveness

Bizniz, out cold

Welcome to the country where everybody's old

In the head, no sex between couples in bed

Slice of what? Slice of lantern on the beach

Skies just take off, watch the cold light of night carry wheat fart

Horse and cart, two ciders

Everybody wants the nice things on their riders

Like mist, no leadership, everyone's just pissed

Or gone, or out for blood and bombs

Blood and bombs, upfront

The people's republic

Nom, nom, nom

Blood and bombs, upfront

The people's republic

Nom, nom, nom

I lost

I lost the lost weekend

I lost

I lost the lost weekend

Yeah, yeah, people need hurting

There will be no teaser

I'll jump through ya window

And I'll slap ya with my visa

Empty can, crushed it u[ with my bare hand, like, arsed

This is the vocabulary of the unmasked

The new right, the stems you sent just don't sound tight

This does, the new world order is nice

Puss, lovely cat, aww, what's her name, mate?

Aww, that's lovely that you got a lovely cat

Yeah, you got a lovely cat, pause

Blood and bombs, upfront

The people's republic

Nom, nom, nom

Yeah, you got a lovely cat

I said, well, blood and bombs, upfront

The people's republic

Nom, nom, nom

I lost

I lost the lost weekend

I lost the lost weekend

Before it came into view

I lost

I lost the lost weekend

I lost the lost weekend

Before it came into view

And it all comes down to you

All comes down to you

All comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

It all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you