Swig o' the Jig
So charismatic, number-one fanatic
Laced with pesticide, rotten on the inside
If you can't stand the taste, we won't walk at your pace
You're too slippery mate
And we're shedding your dead weight right now
We hold the tools
It's never been hard to separate the men from the fools
We are the stone
You only left a scratch on us when you had chisel to the bone
You let the world represent you
There's something deep beneath your skin
We won't let you represent us
Man it goes on and on
It's clear to see in your eyes that you don't give a shit
If you can't take a hint
We'll give you the Swig o' the Jig
HA HA HA
Writer/s: middle-earth
