Ste McCabe - Four Puffs and a Shotgun lyrics

Licking crumbs up from your table We're willing now that we are able In your ridiculous childrens fable You lock the race-horse in it's stable And that is how they want us to be The painful cliches that they call "free" This is how we earn our money Another camp joke that isn't funny With a limp wrist, and a shopping list I commit to this farce and I'll kiss the straight guy's arse Horsey runs into the fence Making jokes at his own expense Real live people came and went Now they called televised cliches "past tense" Humour runs down a one-way street Of stereotypes and self-defeat I'll propose something that you'll ignore It's dyke-free and worse than ever before So with a limp wrist, and a shopping list I'll get on my scabby knees and I'll s** the straight guys dick With a limp wrist, and a shopping list I commit to this farce and I'll kiss the straight guys arse Now with a limp wrist, and a shopping list I'll get on my bloody knees and I'll s** the straight guys dick With a limp wirist, and a shopping list I commit to this farce and I'll kiss the straight guys arse/with a limp wrist!