Nicotine cravings got them
Belting for the exits, Can't
Afford 'nuffink' but still smoke
Their brain's out, between pints
Bought for three quid a pop
They watched themselves, over
Summer on widescreen T.V.'s
Smashing, cheering and looting
A uniform riot, with
Scarf over face and hooded head
Police pick on us they pleaded
'I only sell drugs coz
I can't get a job,' lazy
Slob, even the pigeons are getting fat
I exersize my right, and
also my left glutes, used
Mostly for sitting, scratching
And shitting, the sorry state
Of the FB mob.
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