Ian
I don’t mind the daily times,
Saying politicians are on the fiddle.
And i don’t give two fucks,
If my lyrics ain’t a riddle.
See what you learned in school,
Ain’t exactly paying the rent.
So I borrowed you my charisma,
Sorry, I mean lent.
Fuck off uni!
Now i do not care for your bullshit speel,
And how much you say it’s true.
I write from the soul, not my arse hole,
I’m no bohemian like you.
More a Bagabon with cheek,
That always likes a giggle.
Although I’m earning more these days,
I still shop at Lidl.
In an age where strangers can’t talk to kids,
Through fear of getting looks.
I like that people talk to randoms,
Just don’t get in their trucks.
Taking drugs opens your mind,
But try telling that to the bore offs.
I myself enjoy the weekends,
With friends I can buy more off.
Let liberal liberty swallow you whole,
And spit you out a fresh one.
Oppressive restrictions by despotic pricks,
can suck my fucking mom.
