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Whiskey Flavoured Tartan Jizz
Paper straws
In a plastic cup
Wide eyed kids
With runny noses
Lap it up
We’re sycophants
We’re hypocrites
We sing and dance
We’re off our tits
Weekend junkies
Fall from grace
Respected folk
Now off their face
We’re sycophants
We’re hypocrites
We don’t give a fuck
We’re off our tits
Save the planet
Feed the poor
Fuck you you cunt
You fucking bore
fill my pockets
With lots of cash
Paint my face
With a cocaine tash
Stuff my belly
With more and more
Fuck the planet
Fuck the poor
We’re sycophants
We’re hypocrites
We see no wrong
We’re off our tits
Teach the children
Help the old
Who are you
To talk so bold
It’s Friday night
We’re off our tits
Go fuck your self
You hypocrite
fade away
You licky arse
Don’t you know
The worlds a farse
Av a beer
Or take a pill
You’ve got
too much fucking time to kill
you want to save us all
You fucking fool
We love this life
It’s fucking cool
We’re sycophants
We’re hypocrites
Fuck right off
So we can get off our tits
we’re sycophants
We’re hypocrites
There’s nothing more
but getting off our tits
We’re sycophants
We’re hypocrites
There’s no hope left
So just get off your fucking tits
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