You slagging off my name? Come say it to my face You talk a load of shit Then you vanish from the place Cheap suit, empty grin Pocket full of lies Your little power trip Always cracks and dies Count your cash Count your excuses Running that mouth While the whole thing loosens Face the facts, you bastard Face the facts Face the facts, you coward Face the facts, that’s that Council flats and broken bones Same old chewing gum You sell us next to nothing Then ask us where we’re from Paper crown, plastic neck You swagger, then you snivel I’ve seen your type before All bark and no fucking will Count your cash Count your excuses Running that mouth While the whole thing loosens Face the facts, you bastard Face the facts Face the facts, you coward Face the facts, that’s that Back off Step back Your whole regime’s a joke One more lie One more shove And the damn thing’s broke Face the facts, you bastard Face the facts Face the facts, you coward Face the facts, that’s that Face the facts, you bastard Face the facts Face the facts, you bastard Face the facts, that’s that
