[Intro] (Rattle the latch) (Arthur’s in the shed) (Don't look over the fence) (Just don't do it) (One, two, one, two) [Verse 1] Ninety years old with a grudge and a welder Living in the garden, a DIY shelter Copper pipe, lead pipe, heavy metal melter Running from the law in a helter-skelter Arthur’s got a list and he’s checking it twice He don't play fair and he don't play nice The council sent a letter about the scrap in the yard So he built a trebuchet and he’s hitting them hard Old man strength in a cam-ou-flage vest Putting every neighbor to the ul-ti-mate test He rigged up the doorbell with a car battery Voltage in the fingers, that’s a shock strategy! [Pre-Chorus] (Tick, tick, boom) (Hear the shed door creak) (The king of the estate) (The one they call the freak) [Chorus] He’s A-S-B-O, Arthur, Arthur Going much further, harder, harder He’s A-S-B-O, Arthur, Arthur Bringing the slaughter, slaughter, slaughter Blue lights bouncing off the corrugated tin He’s committed every single anti-social sin He’s A-S-B-O, Arthur, Arthur The neighborhood martyr, martyr, martyr [Verse 2] The police arrived with the riot shield squad Arthur gave a wink and a know-ing nod He pulled out a cannon made of PVC pipe The harvest of his anger was rot-ten and ripe Firing baked beans at the front of the van "Come and get me copper, if you think that you can!" He’s got a perimeter of barbed-wire lace And a look of pure malice on his leathery face They tried to use a taser but his skin is too tough He’s made of tobacco and the hor-ri-ble stuff A human chimney with a lung full of soot Putting every copper under-neath of his foot [Bridge] (Staccato fire) Pliers. Wires. Punctured tires. Fueling-all-of-the-neigh-bour-hood-fires. Grinders. Binders. Final-reminders. Arthur-is-wearing-the-vic-to-ry-blinders. (Faster! Faster!) Build-it. Weld-it. Bolt-it. Nut. Keep-your-bloody-big-trap-shut. One-for-the-money. Two-for-the-show. Three-for-the-Arthur. And-GO-GO-GO! [Breakdown] (Heavy industrial clanging) (Distorted low E3 growl) (The sound of a circular saw) (Arthur’s laughing) He’s got the drill. He’s got the will. Stay off the grass. Or he’s coming to kill. [Final Chorus] He’s A-S-B-O, Arthur, Arthur Going much further, harder, harder He’s A-S-B-O, Arthur, Arthur Bringing the slaughter, slaughter, slaughter Blue lights bouncing off the corrugated tin He’s committed every single anti-social sin He’s A-S-B-O, Arthur, Arthur The neighborhood martyr, martyr, martyr [Outro] (Sirens fading) (Shed door slams) (He’s still in there) (Ninety years) (And he’s got more solder) (Check the perimeter) (Arthur...) (Out!)
