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"DECOROUS BOLLOCKS"
It's raining bollocks
On a far off night
I'm trapped like a we rat
To choke an die
I made for the light post
Soaked in sorrow
Pray not for rain but for tomorrow!
Duffed up hungary
And left to die
Where the gutter population
Has multiplied
You're eather nicked by the cops
Or kicked in the brains
I lost my life I've gone insane!
It's decorous Bollocks an it hurts just a little
I'm not much of anything an it hurts just a little
I don't think I'll ever be an it hurts just a little
More every day
Prime an proper
Is a distant dream
Where the prima shight
Possesses me
Instead here I am
With hate and nothin'
Down an out an seeking something!
I've been knocked down
But got back up
My brow was fleered
And my fist were clutched
With the pain in my guts
I stumble on
I gave you nothing an that's all I've got!
