There's a shit storm a'coming There's a time and a place When the fat boys call the tune There's a bubble a bouncing There's two sticks in the powderworks I think it's gonna blow today
There's a shit storm a'coming Somebody's claiming some i.o.u.'s Because the animal's back They had a gun at my head Don't wind me up too tight I've been had by the balls all my life To stop dead and talk it over
I don't need no fire and brimstone warning I've been a long time punching bag I won't run no race where there ain't no prize Can't you see this ain't no lies
There's a hit storm a coming They're getting in for one free bite By the glint in the eyes of a sweet campaign Smelling strongly of lies You're the original Mr. Clean But the closeups make you look awful mean You're just a con man raving saying nothing new
(Hirst/Moginie/Rotsey/James)