Hey hath no furry | Like the sediment spite
You go out on a weekend | And you get in a fight
But I ain’t No bruiser | I’m a man of simple taste
I would rather stay home and smoke a number
Than go out and get punched in the face
And I know you feel fired up
But just sit back and we can | Sort it out
We could go to the dump and | smash up old computers
Or wee could go to the top of tower | and spit down on
the suiters
I’ll put on the kettle | I’ll Make a cup of tea
You can tell me all your thoughts man | you can tell me
how ya feeling Ôcause
I know you feel fired up
So just sit back and we can | we can | we can | sort it
out
You gotta have faith
