Anti Tank Nun - Iron Midget lyrics

That's vulgar cone, mental lowrider His job from fate - trouble provider Pushing through life pointlessly ranting His sloppy lies ain't so enchanting The final stage of the ol'clap f**ed up his head, altered the chap Made him believe - it's ain't no fun He was the son of evil one No f**in' chance - no-one to hold ya No f**in' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess He was conceived by God knows that What could have spawned such a bad lot? His thoughts are dirty, his language vile He feeds on rests from a trash pile A widescreen squint, tall as a desk Lonely at school - it was a grotesque Broads looked at him in all dismay He wanted s** - he had to pay No f**in' chance - no-one to hold ya No f**in' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess When they say: go away! Disregard he'll display And they plea: "could you stop?" But their plans always flop They wish he'd fall asleep To get rid of the creep No f**in' chance - no-one to hold ya No f**in' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess No f**in' chance - no-one to hold ya No f**in' way - ain't no caress Do your snake dance - no-one will stroke ya You hollow grave will be a mess