What makes you feel
And why you gotta be
Like you got the right
To look her up and down
What makes this world
So sick and evil
I know you don't know
What makes you feel
Like you got miracle whip appeal
Who made you the judge an jury
Ain't you never heard of privacy
What makes this world
So sick and evil
You figure it outMy mate lives above a chipshop
Drink more beers, but then he forgot
I live at flat 22
Down and out on Maple Avenue
And I know I've got to be on time
It's already a quarter to 9
I never crossed that thin white line
Being late it's just a big crime to me
Do you think you wanna know
Do you think it's time to go
It's time your ship was sunk
And all the time it's just so punk
And I know I've got to be on time
It's already a quarter to 9
I never crossed the thin white line
If I'm late well that'll, that'll be my time