Gobshite 歌词

I smell the blood of bitter bastards The smell of getting caught up in your own self admiration Left in stitches from your ignorance Familiarise yourselves ‘cause we're not going anywhere I saw you at the front row miming all the words You pretended you didn't know It’s all for show (miming all the words) It’s all for show (miming all the words) It’s all good though Sorry for what? Our daddy taught us not to be ashamed of our dicks