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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
Written by monkeyman
Published | Edited 17th May 2021
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