[Chorus (GAIKA)]
This is our ting
Believe I'm in it for the win
Burnt out built in
Flyin' high, you can't break my wings
X2
[GAIKA]
I'll take a limb mr soft skin easy bruise
You listen had hard words from this art brut
Cruel masai, nintey six Abu Salim scene Gaddaifai
Past future Bond villian
Billion stunts sun of Samedi
Raiding parklife panties
Rpgs to crystal ceiling casually
Fritzl sh** I'm touching on your family
Relish was the sauce now I'm here slicing tongues
Banzai to your harbor like ichi ni san, dark
So I sprayed all your feelings on pneumatic women
Backstage so piff some chicken wings and the win
f** rainy politics I'm trying swing Britain listen
Give the crack up you bag of smashed mugs
I'm sick in chunks of coconut quarter hitting d**
Laxatives talk the runs and such
You must be drunk from all that Mauby punch
Read the chronicle pacify this
Your moisture syllables won't halt a cartel fist
[Chorus (GAIKA)]
This is our ting
Believe I'm in it for the win
Burnt out built in
Flyin' high, you can't break my wings
X2
[MURKAGE DAVE]
I went down to the valley a shepherd, emerged king
The crown fits, an Ovitz to the misfits
We need for no master
Fresco on fresh plaster
Our entrance song is a Handel Sonata, uhh
Allelujah to Allah, allez allez
On y va 'til none of these f**ers remain
Behold the cherubim wings stretched out above me
You can cuss me, but you could never touch me
Manc by attrition with a southerner's twang
Born by the Green Man where the children of the land took a stand
You can't gimme the syrup of these cabinet hypocrites
Straight up not having it that brick for a ballot sh**
f** another enquiry let's take it to March 31st 1990
If you don't like me just fight me
Now everybody say bonsoir to Le Pape Noir
If Murkage in your city then prepare for the mania
[Chorus (GAIKA)]
This is our ting
Believe I'm in it for the win
Burnt out built in
Flyin' high, you can't break my wings
X2