11 June 2012
Shallow and impressionable, this life you live so questionable, your Morals are objectionable, and actions quiet unmentionable.
Had a riot, in the summer: C. C. T. V. What a bummer! Way too thick, to realise, that all around are hidden spies.
Caught your face, ugly mug, hooded rat come cardboard thug.
Safe at home on your mothers teat, fake bad man when you're on the street.
Bowl about; like you own the place, with your spastic swagger and ya screwed up face.
Check yourself, you silly pup. Got ya pants on show and ya hood pulled up.
Living life like your on T. V. "Get a job son, get a new C. V. "
Wake that brain, it's fast asleep, now jog right on, YOU FUCKING SHEEP.
Sheep • Opuss № I