Pikeystan

Back in the garbage with my bloodklatt detector
Crack pipe vapours making sure we’re defective
Junkies ringing up making offers for my stash
But I just want to stay smacked up on my ass

We’re a pikey band,
We come from pikeystan

Wile things are kicking off down the frontline tonite
There’s acid in the Inkerman and another firework fight
All my skeamy friends have all got one leg
Some kiddie just asked me if I’d sell him dregs

We’re a pikey band,
We come from pikeystan

I don’t want to know about what the chav’s are doing
And I don’t want to go to where, all the chaves are dancing
They think there so clever, but I just think there shite
But the truth is al they know, is how to start a fight

We’re a pikey band,
We come from pikeystan

There’s twenty two dealers- and no fucking tramps
Back in the garbage
There’s five steaming pikies and only one bag
Back in the garbage
My mum, my mum doesn’t understand
There’s life in the garbage
I’m back in the garbage
I’m all right

©Wednesday, 15 July 2009 Alex Kyriacou