We Are The Physics - Junkie Buns lyrics

In our close, we skint our knees on biscuits On biscuits Quick sticks storm past and drop us uneaten Kit-Kats And the sunken skulls under their caps groan "Here you go, son, here's some sweeties" Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk Then speed off with coughs on junkie buns Clutching foil, clutching foil, clutching foil, clutching foil And Ahmed, fat on crisps from his shop, beats down the door Demands to know who stole these Kit-Kats "Here you go, son, here's some sweeties." Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk Speed off with coughs on junkie buns