Scrub the skin, but the bastard's at home Same rules apply, an ye rot alone I'm the king of the nicked grin, trousers creased wi sin Edinburgh rain on a rotten collar, greed goin fuller within Got the wee auld lies, got the big fat score Desk full ae mugs an a locked-up drawer Call me pal, call me boss, call me anythin ye please I'm a sly wee shark in a suit ae disease Rain on Hanover Street, the polis ken ma name But I'm scrapin at the stain, aye, an I dae it wi nae shame Aye, I ken your type, I ken mine tae One hand on the warrant, one hand on the spray The bastard voice in the skull gets loud Sayin take it, take it, blend wi the crowd Ahm filth, ahm filth, a stain that never lifts Ahm filth, ahm filth, a grin in a pish-soaked lift Ye can scrub the skin, ye can scrub the bone But the bastard's at home, the bastard's at home Ma heid's a scrapyard, ma guts are raw But I still talk like I run the law Ahm filth, ahm filth, a stain that never lifts The mirror throws back some other cunt A face as pale as a chip shop front Eyes like pissholes in the snow, aye A uniform, a pure disgrace, an that grin that says I'm no well at aw Whaur's the smart bastard wi the cruel wee plan Buried deep in the smoke, under the whisky, under the man There's a daft wee angel in a broken-doon coat But he's drooned oot by the bile in ma throat Another scam, another tab, another dawn I cannae face The whole toon sees the crack in the varnish, likesay, oot ae place Smile like a saint wi ma hand on the door Then I kick it wide an I want it more Ahm filth, ahm filth, a stain that never lifts Ahm filth, ahm filth, a grin in a pish-soaked lift Ye can scrub the skin, ye can scrub the bone But the bastard's at home, the bastard's at home Ma heid's a scrapyard, ma guts are raw But I still talk like I run the law Ahm filth, ahm filth, a stain that never lifts There's somethin doon there, chewin ma inside It kens what ye are, aye, it kens what ye hide Feed me, feed me, the wee voice cries Same rules apply, same rules apply I ate yer wife, I ate yer luck I'm the only thing left that gies a fuck Ahm filth, ahm filth, a stain that never lifts Ahm filth, ahm filth, a grin in a pish-soaked lift Ye can scrub the skin, ye can scrub the bone But the bastard's at home, the bastard's at home Ma heid's a scrapyard, ma guts are raw But I still talk like I run the law Ahm filth, ahm filth, a stain that never lifts Scrub the skin but the bastard's at home same rules apply feed me
