Key: F# minor
Verse 1
Yeah, he died
Can't your remember?
That's what you're here for
E
Em
He's dead
Verse 2
Em
just to make another eight squeeze
E
Em
E
And push out big muscles as fuck,
Verse 3
Em
No drama, click in, lift it up for the body armor
I ain't yim, these pub dickheads
E
Em
King Arthur's cheese
please
Verse 4
E
Em
Life down, wings and wheels
E
Em
E
I know the roads of fair England now
Em
E
Airlock, everybody is a fucking cock
Em
Text dead men, burrowed deep in the holes
of nationalist dens them men
Spittin' out, two lines on the table
At a fucking funeral for somebody who
got sick of two lines on the table
Verse 5
Em
E
Top it up, at least the DJ's alright
E
Em
Shove it up, at least the DJ's alright
E
Em
I'm on a buzz
Verse 6
Shove it up, shove it up
Verse 7
E
Em
E
Menu cards, new menu,
Em
E
two meat, piri piri chicken
Ales blend into sleep
Into what?
Verse 8
E
Em
the real map, the way out
Verse 9
You want a fucking class tune?
Then here you go then, gravy bum
You can have this one on me
Verse 10
As peel hits the floor,
Em
E
his kids throwing fruit about
'Til she's old enough
Verse 11
E
Em
E
Top it up, at least the DJ's alright
E
Em
Shove it up, at least the DJ's alright
E
Em
I'm on a buzz
Verse 12
Em
E
Shove it up, shove it up
Interlude 1
Em
E
Verse 13
I don't wanna get near it
I don't wanna get near it
Verse 14
I don't wanna get near it
Take me away from it
Verse 15
I don't wanna get near it
Em
E
Em
Take me away from it
Outro 1
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