Snake It

Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
You lonely little tit in your dung, the steam
Messes all the words, what d'you say?
I couldn't give a toss about your God-like mate

The windy little alleys in the London town
The circle that you keep, well, you can keep 'em, man
Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
Lonely little tit in your dung, the steam

Everybody knows dream, dream, dream
Coffee after coffee in my shit work team
Giving out a penny, I spend a penny, man
I hate the cynicism with the baked beans and
The way you get a cold response, vipers get
Egged up in the nest and no-one gives a shit

Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
You lonely little tit in your dung, the steam
In the canteen when it drips and dross
I got the Dr Martens, and I'm Matt from Bros
I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
I couldn't give a toss about you
Everybody knows, dream, dream, dream
You lonely little tit in your dung, the steam

I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it
I snake it, I snake it, I snake it, I snake it