Tied Up in Nottz lyrics

[Verse 1]
The smell of p*ss is so strong, it smells like decent bacon
Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill
Under the p*ss-station
Two pints destroyer on the cobbled floors
No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up
It's "The Final Countdown," by f*ckin' Journey
I woke up with sh*t in my sock outside the Polish off-licence
"They don't mind", said the arsehole to the legs
You got to be cruel to be kind, sh*t bank
Save it up like Norbert Colon
Release the stench of sh*t grub like a giant toilet kraken
The lonely life that is touring
I got an armful of decent tunes, mate
But it's all so f*ckin' boring

[Verse 2]
Tied up in Nottz, with a Z, you c*nt
Black t-shirts and state toss
Nobby's Nuts, the rule of rough cuts
A to Z of nothing gets all the shiz
We are real, we are looking 20p in the 10p mix
Crab Eyes; another lonely little DJ with no f*ckin' life
Weetabix, England, f*ckin' shredded wheat, Kelloggs c*nts
On bleak shiz, hard c*ck, the green light don't stop
The sh*t homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly
And it's beautiful how the privileged still let 'em in
[Chorus]
Tied up in Nottz
sh*t! And then the dealer's tipped up
Tied up in Nottz
sh*t! And then the dealer's tipped up
Tied up in Nottz
sh*t! And then the dealer's tipped up
Tied up in Nottz
sh*t! And then the dealer's tipped up

[Outro]
...Big up the riots!