The champion is afraid
He’s afraid to punch
He doesn’t want to break his hands
Because he’s got to sing
The beating of his mouth guard
The hype in the city
It kicks him up the ass
Kicks and nothing more
CHORUS:
High class filth, trash from the
High class filth
You can’t trust in anybody else
The kid’s in a rush
To learn how to howl
If he’s just a pig
Nobody will respect him
He’s a very naughty boy
And he behaved really badly
But we forgive him
Because we’re the lowest of the…
CHORUS
Mr. Banker
Give me back my money
Because now it’s all I want
I’m tired of
people who pretend to be my friend
And only want to **** me up the ass
Now I don’t even owe them the time of day
‘Cool, baby’, my lawyer tells me
For the moment
there’s nothing to worry about
CHORUS