In Jangles in the measure

Of limited release

I blubber at my earliest convenience, tee heeThe sat in nights are dogshit

The crème de la crème of feet

Of course we′re fucking relevant

It's salty and it′s sweet

Who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew they got the experts in?

Who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew they let the film stars in?

Little slits in asses

Don't want your dick in me

The skimpy dinks in new rock shoes in films and all that shit

By indie documentaries

They ain't highlighting no pain

Some documentaries on Channel 4 are only in it for the fame

We ain′t shoeshine boys for fakers

Bingo punks with Rickenbackers

You′ve had a record deal for nearly thirty years

What do you know about agencies?

Looking for jobs, shit wages

Made memory alone

Don't justify your TV times

Johnny Ramone, Sid

Kebab spiders, easy riders and flag tits

You′re just saying it all to look good

You're just saying it all to look good

You′re just saying it all to look good

Who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew they got the experts in?

Who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew they let the film stars in?

If you don't try to get it you go down

If you won′t agree to be the kid in town

If you don't try to eat it, get that sound

Spiders crawl out of your Doner's crown

If you don′t try to get it you go down

If you won′t agree to be the kid in town

If you don't try to eat it, get that sound

Spiders crawl out of your Doner′s crown

If you don't try to get it you go down

If you won′t agree to be the kid in town

If you don't try to eat it, get that sound

Spiders crawl out of your Doner′s crown

Who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew they got the experts in?

Who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew they let the film stars in?

Let the film stars in