Mister Conviction

Lyrics

Visit me in prison Yes it's an open prison Literally escapes you Where's the wall? Who's the guard? Must have been a paragon of virtue, oh-ho Do we need a shower fitted Yes, that is a euphemism Do you have the door key? Fresh meat Keep it clean Must have been a saviour of the sullen, oh-ho Oh-ho Far, far away At the end of a dirty-rotten week Comes a sigh That is lost in time Far, far away As the pose make's a monkey of your back He assured that the end is nigh Try and see it my way No-one likes a bird in the arse Fire is a cliche Staying warm Lightweights Must have been a talker of testicles, oh-ho Bacon bacon bacon bacon Cancer threats are omnipresent Button up you ding-dongs Colourful tit-jobs Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding Fetch the ammunition lads Raise 'em up Raise 'em raw Raise them to respect the law Breaking in the gerrymandering zone Watch your toes Watch your toes