»Lyrics: UK82

First those brothers,
Tried to pass away this land.
Now this is on the edge of town,
And all run down.

UK 82

Making love in her flat,
Doesn't say you got class.
You don't feel but you know its wrong,
So are they Americans.

UK 82

My guess is that you're so under stress,
Well I know that you’re a fucking mess.
Some of them play around,
What's wrong with Russian lads.

UK 82

Just throw the body on the scale,
You play the game but know it's real.
Why don't you find out where she lives,
Go dressed in your best you'll still be taxed.

UK 82

Does anyone read these?