Cunt London
(wener)


Mister London why are you hiding
Thought that stink was you
Don't send anyone to meet me
This time I come for you

Don't go home, don't go out there
Till you're feeling fine
Didn't you know revenge is really
A dish better eaten cold

I could send a letter to you
Cunt London
I simply addressed it to you
Cunt London
I will send a letter to you

Don't slow down, look behind you
Always close the door
Met a girl, stuck her steel inside you
Each idiotic bore

You stood still, you've got one thing
I've got plenty more
And if it still takes a life to find you
I'll settle every score

I could send a letter to you
Cunt London
I simply addressed it to you
Cunt London
I will send a letter to you

I watched you crawling on the floor
It must be great to be adored
You'd better just hope that I get bored

With each and every single sigh
I'm an old fashioned kind of guy
Tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye

And you're gonna end up paralysed
Unless you commit suicide
You'd better not die before I find you