Lyrics

[Verse 1] Brylcreem, creatine And a bag of Charlie Sheen Brylcreem, creatine And a bag of co-ca-ine A dulcet man with a dulcet tone From a dulcet town and a dulcet home He hates me, I like that Two arms like big baseball bats I bark, he bites back A jaw like a fuck-off bear trap He said, "These boots are made for stomping And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna Stomp all over you" [Pre-Chorus] I said I've got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth Sadly for you, my last cigarette's gone out [Chorus] Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete [Verse 2] A heathen from Eton On a bag of Michael Keaton A heathen from Eton On a bag of Michael Keaton He thinks he's suave You're not suave 'cause you watched Get Carter You are a catalogue, plastic Sinatra A tryhard who should've tried harder Me, oh me, oh my, Roy You look like a walking thyroid You're not a man, you're a gland You're one big neck with sausage hands You are a Topshop tyrant Even your haircut's violent You look like you're from Love Island He stood and the room went silent [Pre-Chorus] Never fight a man with a perm [Chorus] Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete to leather Concrete [Outro] I'll shut my mouth Let's hug it out I'll shut my mouth Let's hug it out I'll shut my mouth I'll shut my mouth