sh*t Streets Runny lyrics

I used to be a part of that door swings open,
swagger to the bar crew
Saturday start at four, get f*ckin' nailed down The Oak
fly into the city in my technicoloured dream coat
Stories told all night about a Rambo-style attack
on any f*ckin' arsehole in a sheep shagger's mac
I lived my file on an empty tank
full of shaggy tit wank
Blankety Blank
And I always made sure the f*ckin' contestants
got it wrong
Bow ! Bow !
I fill the frightening void with a chirpy attitude
good as gold
I'am a nasty bast*rd in stage tights
And mate, I tread the boards and I'll bring the f*ckin'
curtain down with my uneducated hordes
I used to be
sh*t streets runny
I used to be
sh*t streets runny
I used to be
sh*t streets runny
I used to be
Attention to detail
Attention to detail
f*ckin' email
WAV
MP3
I need a f*ckin' bath
You ain't no roadrunner
You ain't no shoot shoot the runner
sh*t take on it
Meanwhile, back at the crap cave
I trod on my cape by mistake
and fell into the fridge, mate
I f*ckin' hate Northern Soul
it's like Motown's on the dole
And the Housing Benefit bouncers ain't happy
with the inspection
(John Paul)
Brian Eno, what the f*ck does he know ?
Doodling away with a f*ckin' alien haircut mate
Head louse
I built a swimming pool in my living room
and I called it 'Deep House'
You're so edgy mate
you're so edgy
Crap bands
I play to a crowd of no-one but have got loads of online fans
I'm cynical me, yeah, bitter
I post horrible messages to successful musicians on me smartphone ...
f*ckin' Twitter

(Jason Williamson)
The dew on the grass in the park
slap me round the face
I woke up
-- What the f*ck you doin' in this place ?
It's not the wankers or the misplaced weaks
The f*ckin' dodgy roofers, mate