Rhatigan Traffic
Scarlet for the girl Staving off the tummy wolf Rumage through the rubbish for a scrummy little tit-bit Can't afford to nit pick Punkapopalyptic Pouting for the punters putting on some lipsticky Wise cracking assholes Widen cracks in your soul Wide enough to drive a whole lorry load of turkeys home To roost, before the roasting traffic jams And tarmacadam pirates Soak up all the slack I can do without that I can do without it I can do without all this shit It really is a pain in the ass I can do without that I can do without I can do without all this It really is Sickened for the man Minced up in the gristle grinder Splinters in your pasty and an advert for a panty-liner Segue to the sarcy DJ chat Riding on the fortunes of another bodies back Sorry for myself Mining for some inspiration Sucked into the engine purring plunging Carbon poisins puking carconogenic crap I can do without that Depth charge, heart attack, Jack knife, head on crash, Pop star, lipstick, metal, feathers Turkey gibblets Blocking every pass Our trusty DJ laughs 'This is for you if you're fowled up in the tail-back' I can do without that Macho muck savages exposing their back passages I can do without Free-basing Freemasons flexing moral muscle I can do without
