what you gonna do when it's dead? there aint the tenacity to tell the grey clouds to “fuck off, yo’!” i don't care it's over now.
the rain does bolt - a shtick so codified and slow, it's now become redundant
only a handful still turn up to see
he try to unveil a proud new line-up
eager as the oldies but sadly falters
street-tuff transvestites tell me to fuck off like they're somebody

makes me laugh makes me laugh makes me laugh makes me laugh makes me laugh it it it it's ovvvver now