Bombs Away

Lyrics

[Chorus] [?] [Verse 1] I heard he rode into town in the private Learjet With five hot chicken heads, high on crystal meth People said they wore black ties and ear sets Snake skin boots with diamond fish nets Bullshit, I was 'bout to light a cigarette The prime minister said "Sign my tits Pegz" I jumped in a limousine with Assange from Wikileaks And threw a whiskey bottle at a bunch of dignitaries People talk a lot of bullshit that's miscellaneous Syndicated 'cross the world, so instantaneous I heard he was raised by dingoes in Australia And might be the missin' baby of Lindy Chamberlain You know the stadium, the haters keep hatin' him And people got shit for brains fillin' their cranium He's no saint like Mary McKillop But god knows, he's a vicarious spirit [Hook 1] Man, you ain't hardcore! Keep talkin', talkin' Man, this shit'll never blow! Keep talkin', talkin' Hip-hop sucks! Keep talkin', talkin' I got your whole crew singin' the chorus [Chorus] [?] (bombs away) [?] (the guy everybody loves to hate) [?] (bombs away) [?] (the guy everybody loves to hate) [Verse 2] I heard he dropped past Winsdor castle Did lines with a chef in the women's bathroom Had a parma and chips on a flimsy barstool Watching Die Antwood sing soprano People said he nearly caused a big debacle On the dance floor with an old English couple He's no saint like Mary McKillop But gods knows he's a good vicarious spirit [Hook 2] Graffiti ain't art! Keep talkin', talkin' Rap music's for thugs!Keep talkin', talkin' DJs are whack! Keep talkin', talkin' I got your whole crew singin' the chorus [Chorus] [?] (bombs away) [?] (the guy everybody loves to hate) [?] (bombs away) [?] (the guy everybody loves to hate) [Verse 3] Did you hear it through the grapevine? Read it on internet? Watch it on TV? Receive it as a Twitter text? People said he painted flying pigs on a police station And pulled a peacemaker on a chief mason Seekin' danger like a teenage P-plater Gettin' chased by satellites and three agents Cuttin' streets like freeways through green acres In a V8 with three Collingwood team players Don't believe the hype, he's just a normal guy People spreading rumours, tellin' porky pies Today's headline in the New York Times Read: Pegz sex tape with Warnie's wife It's all lies, people never thought he'd rise They wrote him off like turbo four-wheel-drives He's no saint like Mary McKillop But God knows he's a vicarious spirit [Chorus] [?] (bombs away) [?] (the guy everybody loves to hate) [?] (bombs away) [?] (the guy everybody loves to hate)