"Johnny Southside" lyrics
She's busy popping on her handstand
All active girl love doing the real shit
She goes to work and she drinks a little bit
She's busy popping on her handstand
Johnny Southside
Pop music is shit
You lot remind me of the Langerhans mob
Back in 96, absolutely full of it
And the free-course meals
And shitcoke in secluded rooms
The strippers slide over your fat bellies
You wouldn't know what to do if it fucked you in the face, mate
Chad Alley, they're messed up
That cunt took 10 years from me
He'd take my wages outside HMB every Friday
And I'd let him
And he'd laugh
And he'd bright to his friends that my soul lay in his hands
Chad prays to Allah
And Allah ignores him
Chad prays to Allah
And Allah spits on the twat
Spits on the twat
She's busy popping on her handstand
All active girl love doing the real shit
She goes to work and she drinks a little bit
She's busy popping on her handstand
And Liam tells the whole world
You might as well do the white line
He clearly didn't think about it
He can get his cock cleaned in a nice room down Harley Street
Whilst I have to cue up with all the spunk-bags at the dropping centre
Down the fucking STD clinic
You're gonna live the life you love
And love the life you live
Just ask Bobby for details, he knows
Well, just ask Robert for details, he knows
Fuck reminiscent rock and roll, it's dead
The flogging's next, situated between the boxer shorts and Abba's original mixing desk
Well, just ask Bobby for details, he knows
Kurt Cobain didn't shoot himself because he was depressed
He just didn't want to face the day when he'd have to record his new album on Abba's original mixing desk
All active girl love doing the real shit
She goes to work and she drinks a little bit
She's busy popping on her handstand
Johnny Southside
Pop music is shit
You lot remind me of the Langerhans mob
Back in 96, absolutely full of it
And the free-course meals
And shitcoke in secluded rooms
The strippers slide over your fat bellies
You wouldn't know what to do if it fucked you in the face, mate
Chad Alley, they're messed up
That cunt took 10 years from me
He'd take my wages outside HMB every Friday
And I'd let him
And he'd laugh
And he'd bright to his friends that my soul lay in his hands
Chad prays to Allah
And Allah ignores him
Chad prays to Allah
And Allah spits on the twat
Spits on the twat
She's busy popping on her handstand
All active girl love doing the real shit
She goes to work and she drinks a little bit
She's busy popping on her handstand
And Liam tells the whole world
You might as well do the white line
He clearly didn't think about it
He can get his cock cleaned in a nice room down Harley Street
Whilst I have to cue up with all the spunk-bags at the dropping centre
Down the fucking STD clinic
You're gonna live the life you love
And love the life you live
Just ask Bobby for details, he knows
Well, just ask Robert for details, he knows
Fuck reminiscent rock and roll, it's dead
The flogging's next, situated between the boxer shorts and Abba's original mixing desk
Well, just ask Bobby for details, he knows
Kurt Cobain didn't shoot himself because he was depressed
He just didn't want to face the day when he'd have to record his new album on Abba's original mixing desk
