We Are the Physics - Junkie Buns

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In our close
We skint our knees on biscuits
On biscuits
Quick sticks storm past and drop us uneaten Kit-Kats
And the sunken skulls under their caps groan
And the sunken skulls under their caps groan
«Here you go, son, here son, here you go sun
Here you go son, here son, here you got some sweeties»
Junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk
Then speed off with coughs on junkie buns
Clutching foil, clutching foil, clutching foil
And Ahmed, fat on crisps from his shop
Beats down the door demands to know
Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats
Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats
And Ahmed, fat on crisps from his shop
Beats down the door demands to know
«Here you go, son, here son, here you go sun
Here you go son, here son, here you got some sweeties»
Junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk
Speed off with coughs, speed off with coughs
Speed off with coughs, speed off with coughs
Speed off with coughs, Speed off with coughs
Speed off with coughs, Speed off with coughs
Speed off with coughs, Speed off with coughs
«Here you go, son, here son, here you go sun
Here you go son, here son, here you got some sweeties»
Junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk
Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats
Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats
Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats
Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats