You're Fucking Dead

from Right Up Your Alley by The Shits

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I got a slingshot in my pocket
But I ain't got no tomatoes
I'll fish what I can out of the bog
And we'll see how far it goes

Shit on your face
Shit on your shirt
Shit on your shoes
Shit on your girl
Shit all over the front of your car
Watcha gonna do?

It's a four on one, mate
(You're dead)
So you'd better run, eh?
(You're dead)
So, you wanna try us?
Try to walk on by us
You'll never ever try it again
Because you'll be fucking dead

I found a wedgie in your trousers
And it's begging for release
We'll wrap your knickers up around your bonce
And you'll be gurning like the Mona Lisa

Shit on your face
Shit on your shirt
Shit on your shoes
Shit on your girl
Shit all over the front of your car
Watcha gonna do?


It's a four on one, mate
(You're dead)
So you'd better run, eh?
(You're dead)
You think that you got what it takes?
(You're dead)
To mess with the Shits?
(You're dead)
So, you wanna try us?
Go on you stupid bastard, try to walk on by us
You'll never ever try it again
Because you'll be fucking dead

credits

from Right Up Your Alley, released November 13, 1991
Words by Gnashers Shit
Bass by Fatty Shit
Guitar by Snotty Shit
Drums by Vimto Shit

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The nastiest, hardest, rockinest, most controversial punk band of the 80s. Gnashers, Snotty, Vimto and Fatty Shit have been combining British snot with East Bay hardcore since 1987.

"Oh yeah, The Shits. Bloody marvelous, they were. Proper blew me away." - John Lydon, Sex Pistols

"Fatty once stole my face paint and covered his arse with it" - Dave Vanian, The Damned

"I love them" - Ted Nugent
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