Woodchipper from Headshot by Royal Hunting Grounds
Tracklist
| 3. | Woodchipper | 2:55 |
Lyrics
The New Lawn reeks of shit.
My beak is having none of it.
Raising up the council tax.
You Greenies are all fucking twats.
I’ll body you like the rich.
Clobbering you about the pitch.
What’s up with this - floodlights are dim.
C’mon lads what shall we do with ‘em?
I’ll make biofuel with the lot of you.
Toss ‘em in the woodchipper
Toss ‘em in the woodchipper
Drag their bodies from the floor
Pile ‘em up and get some more.
You’d think they’re thin from munching grass
But they’re your typical lard arse
The tuck shop isn’t empty
This pantry’s ever plenty
Oi you fuckers no one’s eating all this soy
“Looks like meat’s back on the menu boys”
I’ll bake sausage rolls with your fucking balls.
Toss ‘em in the woodchipper
Toss ‘em in the woodchipper
“Come on lads we showed these grass munching fuckers a lesson, let’s go and have a piss up at the local shall we?”
Gloucestershire’s so much better with no F.G.R. ‘round.
Vegan scum relegated back to the fucking ground.
Twats of Forest Green Rovers
Toss ‘em in the woodchipper
Twats of Forest Green Rovers
Send ‘em to the fucken woodchipper
