Modern times make a clockwork mind
Mines gone rusty from the daily grind
So I lube it up with weak willed liquor
To make the week pass by quicker
To make it pass I’ll make some passes
Stare at tits and grab some asses
Come the morn you can smell the musk
Split like glue and piss like rust
What say you to a heart slow beating?
Rest your head on my central heating
Sweat will stick and cling like dew
As you lie with me while I lie to you
I got more tears than a crocodile
Got more dreams than a paedophile
Full of more shite than a sewer pipe
My souls an arse that needs a wipe
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