Cunts Seagulls
Pitched on a synchro before finding out
Lost all the tarnish upon the dismount
Scratched off the varnish before a recount
Pushed through a promise to make the last cut and
So
Benign a thought now
Ciao
Tidings from loved ones
Cho-
Sen for the last one
Sit right down
And help yourself to everything and
Now is a good problem for having one
Message from relatives what have you done
Last of the time now for holding it shut
Passed up a shot at a chance to get out and
Go
Forthwith in glory now
Go
Forfeit your right to claim and
Go
Post up and guard your piece
Get back boy
You're bound to get yourself a hurting
