Eat, sleep and crap
For to prey on your needs
Down a dark street
In backwater Leeds
I seen yer cominī
Come in, lads!
You seen the ad?
Too bad, bad, bad
What you get
Is what you see
Itīs a trickledown theory
And itīs coming to me
Lifeīs a whip-round
And Iīve got the whip
Itīs 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 Iīll send you the bill
My nicotine grip
My smokinī gun
Itīs how I get my fun
Better run, run, run
Your olfactory nerves
All up the spout
You canīt smell a rat
When your rose is out
Rent-to-kill
By any other name
Kiss an old flame
Shame, shame, shame
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
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