Fools Empire
You only live 3 miles away,
But that's too close,
I heard you dug my own grave,
In the hopes that you'll prevail,
And warning signs came thick and fast,
A constant reminder of your class,
So make something out of nothing,
Coz I hope you never come back.
18 months along,
And your sour,
Take long hard look,
At the fools empire,
No amount of time,
Will appease you,
Coz you're just a fucking joke,
And I can see right through you.
You come back and go,
You come back and go.
Well contrary to popular belief,
You are scum,
Pressuring your peers into doing what you want,
Means you'll always remain a fucking psycho,
But persecuting those around,
Means you'll only lead to a dreadful existence,
And I'll be at the back laughing,
As your empire falls.
And I'm not sorry,
Blame it on the drink,
Or blame it all on me.
Writer/s: Alan Smith, David Marley, Joe Blackford, Kevin Smith, Tom Carnell
