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.
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