Tied Up in Nottz

The smell of piss is so strong

It smells like decent bacon

Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill

Under the piss-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 shit 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, shit bank

Save it up like Norbert Colon

Release the stench of shit 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

Tied up in Nottz, with a Z, you cunt

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 cunts

On bleak shiz, hard cock, the green light don't stop

The shit homegrown dealers of Berlin begging for lolly

And it's beautiful how the privileged still let 'em in

Tied up in Nottz, Shit!

And then the dealer's tipped up

Tied up in Nottz, Shit!

And then the dealer's tipped up

Tied up in Nottz, Shit!

And then the dealer's tipped up

Tied up in Nottz, Shit!

And then the dealer's tipped up

... Big up the riots!