Eat, sleep and crap For to prey on your needs Down a dark street In backwater leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad? Too bad, bad, bad
What you get Is what you see It's a trickledown theory And it's coming to me Life's a whip-round And I've got the whip It's a sinking ship Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down
Dark, satanic Run-of-the-mill Sing us a song And I'll send you the bill My nicotine grip My smokin' gun It's how I get my fun Better run, run, run
Your olfactory nerves All up the spout You can't smell a rat When your nose is out Rent-to-kill By any other name Kiss an old flame Shame, shame, shame
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