A necklace of rubber, burning bright

A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight

A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks

For the rich man's militia photographing my block

Kill a cop. why the hell not?



Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!

I got a word for you: dead

Got a trampoline--your fuckin' head



You roll down my street in your gleaming new car

I've got no secrets, cash or time left to give you

But i've got something else for you, my friend

A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement

Angel's delight was a recurring statement

Burn a bailiff--spill, don't save it



Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!

Run, run, run, run!

You can have what you ask, but not in cash







[with a?] credit card, a payment slashed

You can put it where your mouth used to be

You can put it where your dick used to be

You can [...?] looking at me, looking at you

[...?] blacklist, [...?] blacklist

What do you do when words collapse

And all that's left is broken glass?

I know, i know i'm trapped



I've got a holiday in a big oak box

With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*

Kill a cop, kill a cop,

You lay a hand on me, i'm gonna kill you, cop.

Hey! let's all kill some cops.

Some bailiffs.

Assholes.



* "pc plod" is a well known and derogatory name for a british beat cop. it's capitalized, like "john q. public."