Twat (Live)

Like a Night Club in the morning, you're the bitter end
Like a recently disinfected shit-house
You're clean round the bend
You give me the horrors
Too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow's are lousy 'cause 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 killing you if I thought you weren't 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 death of a birthday party, you ruin all the fun
Like a sucked 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 passed about, when something goes amiss
Your attitudes are platitudes, just make me wanna piss

What kind of creature bore you?
Was it some kind of bat?
They can't find a good word for you, but I can
Twat!

Ah, very kind, blagodarya