Cabbage - Fickle lyrics

Well I'm the ficklest f**er in town No f**er is more fickle around Well I'm low, I'm beneath the ground Failing that, f** all keeps the cabbage down I'm a fervent finger-tapper to sound If life was a barrel I'd drown I keep perspective of what's around I be a s**er for all eyes brown I'm a human losing [?] snoozin' unable to finish a [?] I'm a filthy lying d**h defying alchie in a church in [?] No cabbage isn't cooked in [?] Nor nurtured in the hamlet Or having s** at the click of our fingers Oh clearly I did not understand it Clowns, at [?] standards 'Cause the wind may change as you planned it I'll believe the cabbage catastrophe Oh it bangs and it bangs to austerity You wanna fight your own disease 'Cause your mother's [?] [?] [?] Send those back to their motherland of le chou Le chou (repeated a bit) Well I'm the ficklest f**er in town