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The Demon Case it, case it The Demon Fanr Tash and Kalash war men shout their gob off Big smoke fatigues, arsed You fuckers raise the town to the ground It's all bollocks - what army? Smarmy Forget it, you are actually believe it or not The fucking cause of it Directed - not directed Effected affected We are thrown around like victims to an Invading monster from the sea Big claws and it don't knock on doors politely Four coppers hassle one homeless man Under a poster of Keira Knightley Clear skies, clear lies, and obvious acts of robbery I used to dabble as a petty thief, but the elite Do the fucking job properly The Demon Case it, case it The Demon Fanr The demon of the wastelands Shaking staff shoot his enemies down Anyone's up for grabs Death pie tonight for the lads You volunteer to be the enemies' fear To be the bomb in the head of a Fucking kid in bed men The roots of the woods, small armies bang every day Every paper abuse and fucking murder man Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh The Demon Case it, case it The Demon The gratification The sugar online I got some twat givin' it the tit grape Giving it the game, bollocks Hard man Ex-soldier That's you fucking problem mate, not mine Shooting what? Ya shooting fuck all You're just paying for the furniture polish In the captain's trophy hall Pigs' heads, deers on legs, badgers with a grin They're all stuffed in the din bin Din tin, tin fuck off min Auntie Min who hated the relatives in the bungalows Uncle Charlie picks his fat toes, hobnail boot I spend my break on the shit shoot Big flavour, smells like tenth spirit Couple of spliffs round the back if Hop Sing I like a Chinese when I been out drinking The Demon Case it, case it The Demon