Lyrics
Appears on:
Brute
Rock 'N' Roll Liquorice Flavour
Marc Riley - Vocals, Guitar
Eddie Fenn - Drums, Guitar, Piano
Phil Roberts - Bass, Vocals
Mark Tilton - Guitar
Simon Taylor - Guitar
So now who's a big boy
But not for long boys
You think that white noise
Is something new boys
I'm telling you from the staff
You ain't as half as smart
As you've portrayed yourself
Then get back on the shelf
I must refute ya
I spy your future
Well you ain't got one
So hold on son
One thing you gotta know
Heads around here will roll
One thing you gotta know
Heads around here will roll
Roll out the carpet
You are a soft get
But you ain't dead yet
Sat in your bedsit
Your type reminds me
Of a heavy weed
Who lent a pen set
He was a soppy get
He gave a good perm
He's got a lot to learn
He get a blue rinse
Maybe a gold tint
One thing he gotta know
Heads around here will roll
One thing he gotta know
Heads around here will roll
The guy's a weed
We're on the road again
Don't lose your calm man
Rasta half-men
Kept his beard clean
Windy wet dream
So you're dead now
And a poor cow
Wakes up beside ya
Trying to hid yeah
Orangutan face
Another silk race
You need a condom
Over your head son
One thing you gotta know
Heads around here will roll
One thing you gotta know
Heads around here will roll
Bitchin'
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