Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore Random It's a good life bowing to a tyrant Gone Christian gang chants sweet Regional Keep your head down for the moment (That now suit is now in bucket It's a good life, Europe) Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots All looking at them Forgetting the endless drive against nature City dweller Must we base ourselves again into organic mud? You're well welcome to it Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds And take those red-tie bastards Who put up the olympic flag with you They walk around leering at young girls in packs Worse than any yobs (.....Catalonian) It's January 20th Euro-bore I support media Keep olympic bidding City dweller Backwards More than you can ever know Mr cab driver What do you want Mr cab driver City dweller This hillbilly cab driver He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average Cab driver They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence This is wandering Those casual days are over and dull dull Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom Get out of my city You mediocre pseud And take those red tight bastards with you City dweller They should remember there's nothing worse Than a half-educated grim red dwarf City dweller Cuts up Cab driver, cab driver Oh Mr cab driver (He's up there now, listening to us, I know he is) Why do you leave a a poxy card? Oh Mr cab driver What do about it? Too much to drink Too many dugs Too much sex Too young