John Cooper Clarke - Twat (live) lyrics

Like a Night Club in the morning, you're the bitter end Like a recently disinfected sh**-house, you're clean round the bend You give me the horrors Too bad to be true All of my tomorrow's Are lousy coz of you You put the Shat in Shatter Put the Pain in Spain Your germs are splattered about Your face is just a stain You're certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag You're like a dose of scabies I've got you under my skin You make life a fairy tale... Grimm! People mention murder, the moment you arrive I'd consider k**ing you if I thought you were alive You've got this slippery quality It makes me think of phlegm And a dual personality I hate both of them Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay Please, please, please, please, take yourself away Like a d**h a birthday party You ruin all the fun Like a s**ed and spat our smartie You're no use to anyone Like the shadow of the guillotine On a dead consumptive's face Speaking as an outsider What do you think of the human race You went to a progressive psychiatrist He recommended suicide... Before scratching your bad name off his list And pointing the way outside You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart You're heading for a breakdown Better pull yourself apart Your dirty name gets pa**ed about when something goes amiss Your attitudes are platitudes Just make me wanna piss What kind of creature bore you Was is some kind of bat They can't find a good word for you But I can... TWAT