The Filters

At the time I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest b*st*rd that you have ever seen
And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable b*ll*cks and a b*tch's b*st*rd's wh*re

I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his f*cking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or f*ck all

And now I've the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and wh*res
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ
That I had fifteen more

The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam