(We Will Not) Remember You

And he's a f**ked-up man with a f**ked up life Two dirty kids and an ugly wife Standard clothes and standard car Except of all that's what you are The only time he's having fun Is when he's up his neighbour's bum Kids himself that he's a man Never happy with a plan The roads are full, he's got no cla*s But when's his head's right up his arse But we don't like the things you do And we will not remember you Remember you He tells his kids not to be bad To grow up like their normal dad Stinks it down the barber's shop To buy his books and rubber cock Hide behind the master grins Covers all his f**king sins But we don't like the things you do And we will not remember you Remember you You're praying to your god of love To replay all your f**king loves But you're the meanest cunt in town The road near you is f**king down So don't expect respect from us You f**ked your life up, can't you sus? And we don't like the things you do And we will not remember you Remember you And we don't like the things you do And we will not remember you