Filing my cheeks.

Oi is this on

please no,

light hit ma' face and then right in the groin,

belly full of beer and I don't want mo',

is this on?

Strain on the bucket,

piss running over and ahh fuck'et

the floor needs to be cleaned but you say knock it?

Ait mate whatever you say,

but don't tell ye' I warned yeh,

with your favorite food being... what's the thing that goes meeeh?

Now you're saying I need to get offstage, but I haven't even thanked my girlfriend May.

Uh, I love yeh and appreciate yeh but its time yeh

to find someone who doesn't get drunk all the time,

but man I love yeh and would like a kiss from yeh,

but it's time.

No I see you but we can't,

this relationship is over

oh, you want a kiss eh,

no just leave and take the landrover,

there she went.

Erm, I guess I will speak

for the audience and the world

but I can still think so I haven't reached the peak

and my head isn't going in a swirl.

This is where my speech begin, so, my making mary molded into dust

but that doesn't make me any depressed,

and it probably didn't enjoy being stuck in the attic because when I took it outside it fled away with the next gust,

angrier than the repressed,

but I hardly felt anything because of my lust,

Yes, I lust for the taste of beer,

and if someone don't then they're probably a quee-

not that I'm sorry,

but kids, the adults would say "that's fair"

so I will move along like my affair.

Yet, when I look around

I see the future of many promising youths.

Those who can change what we think of mouths,

what to use them for, because I'm getting tired of this and I need a new round.

Gosh, what more?

Haven't I said enough?

You want more lore?

I'll give you something, something really though.

When you look back at yeh life and think of the things you missed, smile,

for soon you'll sit in a office with a file.

Thass' why you need to raise yeh cheek up high,

move with the world cuz' you're walkin' a while,

and by a while I mean a while, like a mile.

Move with the world or the world will have you crushed,

you will feel how it's like getting thrown into the mind.

With no falecy in sight you'll get flushed.

Alcohol might be my escape,

and sure, it's nice,

but it will lead me to my demise.

Don't do what I do,

do what you do.

In the end, uh... can I use someone's phone?

Because I need to dial a friend,

and I can't find mine so I need someone to ring him so I can hear the tone

so please could someone lend

so I don't end up becoming a Twitter trend

so I get home and hope this all end.