I Claudius
Yeah
Superman sweatshirt on Christmas Eve was the best one
With brown wood TV, rockery, steam from the pot and the drinks
You can't put one out
Even when your heart hangs like a loose stool that won't drop
Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won't make you stop
In the shed
What chance does the kids you have had?
Just piss artists like you and dad
Just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself
Love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
Does he eat, Dad?
Dad?
Does he eat?
Dad?
The silent enemy lurks
Looks trustworthy, but when the guard's down, it will sing
"What's fucking wrong with loving your country?"
Everything
The silent enemy that hangs like nets
And tries to catch you so it can eat ya
A bit o' din-din, you can't trust these bastards
They won't throw you back in
You know that garden you had done
With tight roads, how did they park up?
How did they unload?
You know that digger you bought?
You know that lorry you load?
How did you park up?
How did you unload?
Ah, fuck, panic code
You never forget them digits
You never let go
Ah, fuck, panic code
You never put it down like a bucket
'Ere, can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out?
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
Palm Angels loser, you don't talk about me
I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll fuckin' fill ya up, shut up
Palm Angels loser, you don't talk about me
I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll fuckin' fill you up, shut up
Superman sweatshirt on Christmas Eve was the best one
With brown wood TV, rockery, steam from the pot and the drinks
You can't put one out
Even when your heart hangs like a loose stool that won't drop
Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won't make you stop
In the shed
What chance does the kids you have had?
Just piss artists like you and dad
Just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself
Love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
Does he eat, Dad?
Dad?
Does he eat?
Dad?
The silent enemy lurks
Looks trustworthy, but when the guard's down, it will sing
"What's fucking wrong with loving your country?"
Everything
The silent enemy that hangs like nets
And tries to catch you so it can eat ya
A bit o' din-din, you can't trust these bastards
They won't throw you back in
You know that garden you had done
With tight roads, how did they park up?
How did they unload?
You know that digger you bought?
You know that lorry you load?
How did you park up?
How did you unload?
Ah, fuck, panic code
You never forget them digits
You never let go
Ah, fuck, panic code
You never put it down like a bucket
'Ere, can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out?
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
I Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant and sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips
Palm Angels loser, you don't talk about me
I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll fuckin' fill ya up, shut up
Palm Angels loser, you don't talk about me
I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll fuckin' fill you up, shut up
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Writer(s): Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
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