Innocent Cabbage - Buff Roller lyrics

Buff Roller was a junkyard soldier, kickin a** and takin names Murder is in the street Up it and in it and rubbing against it and abseiling up it and pitching a tent WOAH Damn right it's Buff Roller just like I told ya, fighting crime and writing rhymes Rubbish tells everything Sk8ers and players and b**hes and ravers and k**ers and haturs all up on my dick. Keep it together boys, gimme something to ride on Backwards, searching rubbish bags for secrets. Vast love of the truth. Vigilante in a hi-vis tradey workman's suit With murder my art form I'll take to the streets Crushing bodies I roll into town Well they're full of c*nts anyway. f**ing breasts and sh**s, flying at my face I'm gonna walk right up to congress and put my dick on The Agenda So long old town, I'll miss this place and all the emptiness of open space. So long cold town, I'll miss your face and all the emptiness, so take me home. Please, I'll be back here again. Hold my name Shatter the locks, break out the lights Open with shots, ignite the fires WOAH! Woah, calm down Woah! k**a. Hata. Eata. WOAH! Faster, we're gonna take them all. a**hole! Smile, child =)