paroles de chanson I Ain't Got a Clue - Dirty Dike
I'm
about
to
phone
your
mum
a
cab
Sober
up
your
slag,
don't
open
up
your
flange
Here,
smoke
a
bunch
of
skag
Only
joking,
I'm
your
dad
Pulling
up
on
my
bicycle
Chased
by
the
pigs
like
Nigel
Brainwashed
the
kids
to
buy
vinyl
Pissing
in
urinals,
the
cycle
of
the
system
of
survival
Fighting
off
your
sister
Getting
primal
Acting
all
vaginal
Trynna
whack
the
titties
in
my
eyeballs
Seafood
hangin'
round
my
neck,
what
the
heck
Big
fish
for
love
and
plus
a
crab
for
respect
Proud
to
present
an
unannounced
special
guest
None
less
than
the
stinging
nettle
sounds
of
my
breath
(Yes
yes!)
Stepping
like
a
triple
x
sex
pest,
fresh
Polishing
the
edges
of
my
crepes
Bollocks
in
a
festival
of
stress
Living
off
the
promises
and
debts
Problematic
novices
of.
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt,
Sex
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
why
I
live
here
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
why
I
live
here
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
why
I
live
here
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt,
Sex
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
Rappers
stepping
to
me,
they
want
to
get
some
But
most
of
them
should
go
and
eat
a
hand
full
of
fuckin'
shit
Suck
a
dick
and
tick
accomplished
on
your
bucket
list
And
fist
Cliff
Richard
with
a
rubber
glove
and
oven
mitt
I
miss
this,
Christmas,
oh
fuck
it
hasn't
come
has
it?
Multiplied
the
summer
by
a
tonne
and
fly
a
truck
at
it
Poltergeist
are
coming
by,
dungeon
for
the
fuck
of
it
[?]
I'll
fill
it
up
with
stolen
bikes,
drugs,
plus
some
other
bits
I
see
the
fake
in
your
physical
shape
Give
me
a
break,
you're
lyrically
living
in
shame
This
shit
is
a
game,
I'm
winning
cause
I
live
in
it
mate
You
ain't
committed,
more
addicted
to
your
minimum
wage
A
slippery
snake,
I
slither
in
a
figure
of
eight
And
take
your
dame
out
for
dinner,
make
her
sit
in
the
rain
[?]
Think
I'm
ashamed?
Mate
I
take
a
piss
on
the
stage
Simple
and
plain,
I
don't
know
why
I
live
in
this
place
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt,
Sex
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
why
I
live
here
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
why
I
live
here
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
why
I
live
here
Money,
Trust,
Drugs,
Love,
Debt,
Sex
And
I
ain't
got
a
clue
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