Chaos UK - Gob on You lyrics

I live on the fourteenth floor Of a tower block, and when I get bored I call 'cooee' to the pa**ers-by And when they look up I gob in their eye Gob on you and your way of life Gob on you and your ratbag wife Gob on you and your spending cuts Gob on you, kick you in the guts I go out west every night Go down to the pub looking for a fight I have ten lagers then I have ten more And I jump up and down, and I'm sick on the floor Gob on you cause you're far too old Gob on you cause your hands are cold Gob on you, you're a stupid old straight Gob gob gob gob hate hate hate hate Sex is boring, pain is fun I want to cut my fingers off one by one There ain't no point in staying alive I want to be dead when I'm twenty-five Gob on you cause you're wearing shorts Gob on you cause I'm young and bored Gob on you with your Ph.D. Gob on you, you're exploiting me Gob on you cause you're never wrong Gob on you cause your hair's too long Gob on you cause you talk about art Gob on you cause you're a boring old fart