God can it be true I know that face
The six you gave one for later just in case The moral in the ting,
the piss we took
We brought the bastards back but he laughed and we shook
When he said,
cannot form a life with petty principles
Are the important lot,
find a point by yourself and mess your tears
But watch your head, you'll laugh it off
In the pub some topically about his end
All those fags he gave but now he was round
the bend And those final words on which he choked
We'll have the last laugh at that joke Yeah,
ref too good and bad just give us perfumes
for to pluck out by a stench Sweat's
came out of his bleeding *
Pond if you'll excuse my French
K-Toll, K-Toll, boo-hoo
K-Toll,
K-Toll,
boo-hoo A bad day for the new census spreads
It's gotta be bad to report the dead To say
swell and told me though he'd put on weight
I think I'll dream of him tonight at Heaven's Gate
Saying I find it nearly inevitable That I'd reach the final stop
The bus of life ran out of fuel I lost my head,
I laughed it off
K-Toll, K-Toll, boo-hoo K-Toll, K-Toll, boo-hoo
Can't afford my head, what's the point?
I'll be on the other side,
take me to the final point
Find a point by yourself and mess your tears
But watch your head, you'll laugh it off