Wicked Company

WICKED COMPANY I was walking down the street minding my own business letting the day breeze along. All of a sudden you pulled a knife on me and what could I do? You took my cash and left me broke. But as you crossed the road high on your glee a bus hit you ’cause you never looked – or was it hidden by your Burberry cap? Now I’m skint and you’re a cripple who can’t get away so I can mug you now and laugh at your stupid scally chav ways.