"Site Mentality" lyrics
Pintglass & Paleface Lyrics
Site mentality
Geezers' reality
Bloke brutality
Plonker fatalities
(Run your fucking mouth again, you little prick)
(Come here, you fucking cunt, you're gonna get a fucking...)
Take a steel cap boot to the family jewels
Apprentice turned up, he ain't got any tools!
Fuckin' chirping up, I put him straight through the wall
Skillsaw through his face, I'm cutting rates
I'll 'av you
I'll 'av you
I'll 'av you and your mates
The GTHC leaving you in a court case
Done
Strung up
You fucking mug
Throwing your corpse in the fucking brick tub
6 ft deep is where you'll be
Now the dickhead's fuckin' dead (dead)
Little piggy at the door, getting my rights read
He called a 1053
It's the 0148, 3 you cunt, you're fucking
Dead on my porch
Fist through your jaw
Holy fuck, the neighbor saw
It's a triple homicide
Fighting for life
40 keys of gear
Hiding on my site
This GTHC
And Swiss cheese geeza
Motherfucker
From the left to the right
From my gaff to your site
I'm cream crackered
The gear's fucking knackered
Off to the pub
Let's get fucking battered
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
You can find me at the bar
Why the fuck is it a problem to drink a pint in the morning before popping to work?
You will never see me on a construction site without a pint in my hand while I'm
Trying to figure out how to install the water pipe
Let me drink as much as I want
I am the shit-faced plumber
As long as you can go shit in the morning and as long as you can go shower your body, then
You shouldn't care about what I am drinking or I will vomit all over you
I will pop up to your gaff and slam the shitter on your small pisser
Geezers' reality
Bloke brutality
Plonker fatalities
(Run your fucking mouth again, you little prick)
(Come here, you fucking cunt, you're gonna get a fucking...)
Take a steel cap boot to the family jewels
Apprentice turned up, he ain't got any tools!
Fuckin' chirping up, I put him straight through the wall
Skillsaw through his face, I'm cutting rates
I'll 'av you
I'll 'av you
I'll 'av you and your mates
The GTHC leaving you in a court case
Done
Strung up
You fucking mug
Throwing your corpse in the fucking brick tub
6 ft deep is where you'll be
Now the dickhead's fuckin' dead (dead)
Little piggy at the door, getting my rights read
He called a 1053
It's the 0148, 3 you cunt, you're fucking
Dead on my porch
Fist through your jaw
Holy fuck, the neighbor saw
It's a triple homicide
Fighting for life
40 keys of gear
Hiding on my site
This GTHC
And Swiss cheese geeza
Motherfucker
From the left to the right
From my gaff to your site
I'm cream crackered
The gear's fucking knackered
Off to the pub
Let's get fucking battered
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
You can find me at the bar
Why the fuck is it a problem to drink a pint in the morning before popping to work?
You will never see me on a construction site without a pint in my hand while I'm
Trying to figure out how to install the water pipe
Let me drink as much as I want
I am the shit-faced plumber
As long as you can go shit in the morning and as long as you can go shower your body, then
You shouldn't care about what I am drinking or I will vomit all over you
I will pop up to your gaff and slam the shitter on your small pisser
