Life is really so fucking cool
With just streetwear and a crew
Sometimes mum is on my back
But thoughtless life remains a blast
"Food for brain" my fuckin' ass
I touch myself on fitness mags
Acting tough, playing "the don"
But mum won't let me start my mob
Maybe I went a bit too far
When I cursed skinheads on a webchat
When mum finally found me by midnight
I had a steel bar in my ass