Tufty zombie bastard
Glued up my stash box lid
I think I'm going to kill him
The fucking stupid flid
I'll cut the brakes on his black bike
That makes him think he's hard
I'd like him to end up under a car
In Tony Blair's back yard
And while he's dying in agony
At the smarmy tosser's place
I hope a seagull comes along
And shits right in his face

