Pacemaker

Lyrics

[Verse 1] (Ah-roo!) Juveniles, hide your porno mags The girl's got problems at her yard So she's packing up her bags full of rags Her man got done from Po Na Na While the Madras still in the kitchen Smokes a twenty deck of fags Body bags come back on planes from war-torn Iraq It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath Baby T, the juice, and the dog just barks Remember, man, the bully always had the last laugh (Ah-roo!) Haha, haha, haha [Verse 2] It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar White socks, black shoes with the ballads in the car With a lump in your throat, she won't understand Twos on a cigarette and talk blah-blah Bloody hell, di-ob-la-da, glug down liquor Life goes on for all the day trippers Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger By the end of this letter, it may all be better [Verse 3] Well, she's always asking with the who, where and how The girls say, "Ooh, la la" Well, if I had another chance, I'd do it differently now And the girls say, "Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la" From Trafalgar Square, where the crack pipe reeking To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling's leaking You fell in love when you first started chatting But got so bored 'cause she never stopped speaking Consider this son one of bad behaviour Keeping all the freebies, delivering the papers You haters shake down fakers Ah, you'll never get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker (Keep up Runny, runny Run, keep up) [Verse 4] Pretty please me, ah, she's easy on the eye Some say that today only the good young die Yippee-oh ki-yay, it's been a right good day I wanna ask questions but I don't mean pry How did you get to where you're going to Before you came slowly moseying through this bar? You started your race, Johnny Cock-a-Roo wants his money Better give up the man, he's a fruit and nut bar (I'm serious, he's a real nutter) [Verse 5] Gotta see the GP, coughing up lungs And the doc said, "Stop, or you're gonna die young" Well, I haven't even started to do what I done "You young don't listen, you just carry on" Well, we heard it all before when your song got sung "Get a grip, son" "Why?" "'Cause you're always drunken" We're not captains, just skivvy sunken Hum drum drum drum, live fast, die young [Verse 6] Blister skin stumbling, road rocky And trespassers on the private property Remember back then it was the rant, the banter Young songs watch their young pas get cancer While vagabond Sandy crying out for a mister Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery Sing-a-long Sam, this a song about you And we all went out and we got pistola [Verse 7] I don't wanna fight, he's a right big cunt But the fellas say, "Go on, my son, my son!" Well, it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done But the fellas say, "Go on, my son, my son!" Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run But fellas say, "Go on, my son, my son!" Ah, fuck it, well, he's a right big cunt, but I'll knock him one Fuck that, run, run!