Cor blimey
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un,
Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm.
Being tough'n'tough is my kind of fun
But, of course I never do no harm.
Ain't my fault I like cracking bones,
Gives me a funny kind of thrill,
And I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans,
When I go in for the kill.
Tribal wars are raging, there's a battlefield on the street,
There's games to play
And hell to pay
When the rival tribal rebels meet.
Why can't people just leave me be?
Can't help doing what I do,
I'll do anybody who ain't like me
So forget your what, why or who.
I ain't got no purpose and I don't give a fuck,
I never asked for this life.
If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck,
I'll show you the point with my knife.
Tribal wars are raging, no-one's safe out on their own,
The gangs are about
And they scream and shout,
So you'd better not be caught alone.
I did it cos there ain't nothing else to do,
Nowhere'll let me in..
It ain't my fault I want to hurt and screw
So I've destroyed every place where I've been.
I had trouble at the local so they won't serve me there,
I just had to chivvy up this bloke,
Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear.
But the bleeder never got the joke.
I used to have a bird but I put her up the spout
So I had to tell her where to get off.
Well, you can't blame me if I want to get about,
If you're a man you've gotta be tough.
I used to go down the cafe for tea
But my boot got attacked by the door,
So now it ain't open for the likes of me
And we're back on the streets like before.
Tribal wars are raging, our heroes are standing tall,
But the truth of the matter,
If you cut out the patter,
Is that pride always comes before the fall.
They can stand on the corner
With their violence and their hate,
Stand there
