Låttexter
A splutter, grey truck
Pulls up and and away from the stock point
By the river
Roads closed and progress slow
Too late, being punctual and on time
Has become a feature of a way of life
You know that we've thrown away though
Louisa, Jeesee Louisa
Won't you go and up and ya blooming Charlie
Move like a stove that's nailed to the floor
Orders begun to pile up, and the weather, another storm
No indicators won't capsize you and ya
Lane blocking, rusty heap
It's just a fucking disgrace
It's just a fucking disgrace
A disgrace
Foolishly old Crowley
Waltzed off his hip flask and drunk it bare
To save his only son, but the execution won
Delayed pardon, we grasp the legs, press the hemorrhage
Well son the world was always against you
And now it's goodnight
It's just a fucking disgrace
It's just a fucking disgrace
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
We grasp the legs
We press the hemorrhage
Fucking disgrace
Fucking disgrace
Fucking disgrace
Fucking disgrace