City Dweller

Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore
 Random
 It's a good life bowing to a tyrant
 Gone
 Christian gang chants sweet
 Regional
 Keep your head down for the moment
 (That now suit is now in bucket
 It's a good life, Europe)
 Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots
 All looking at them
 Forgetting the endless drive against nature
 City dweller
 Must we base ourselves again into organic mud?
 You're well welcome to it
 Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
 And take those red-tie bastards
 Who put up the olympic flag with you
 They walk around leering at young girls in packs
 Worse than any yobs
 (...Catalonian)
 It's January 20th
 Euro-bore I support media
 Keep olympic bidding
 City dweller
 Backwards
 More than you can ever know
 Mr cab driver
 What do you want
 Mr cab driver
 City dweller
 This hillbilly cab driver
 He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average
 Cab driver
 They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
 This is wandering
 Those casual days are over and dull
 dull
 Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom
 Get out of my city
 You mediocre pseud
 And take those red tight bastards with you
 City dweller
 They should remember there's nothing worse
 Than a half-educated grim red dwarf
 City dweller
 Cuts up
 Cab driver, cab driver
 Oh Mr cab driver
 (He's up there now, listening to us, I know he is)
 Why do you leave a a poxy card?
 Oh Mr cab driver
 What do about it?
 Too much to drink
 Too many dugs
 Too much sex
 Too young