There's a movement 'Jack and Jill' they're digging under the hill to bring light to the darkness
and it's pitch-in quit yer *******' there's no get rich in here.
Visceral tongues are dripping blood, thickly viscous
some ******* skateboards across the meniscus nothing's sacred anymore.
We'll vote them in or close the door on them, but men and villains who are always ready for some ready cash would sell your mother for a couple of shillings,
we got no choice they stole our voice and sold it down Brick Lane.
Villains all the same, but such a shame they used to be so nice.