Junkie Buns - We Are the Physics

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We skint our knees on biscuits

On biscuits

Quick sticks storm past and drop us uneaten Kit-Kats

And the sunken skulls under their caps groan

And the sunken skulls under their caps groan

«Here you go, son, here son, here you go sun

Here you go son, here son, here you got some sweeties»

Junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk

Then speed off with coughs on junkie buns

Clutching foil, clutching foil, clutching foil

And Ahmed, fat on crisps from his shop

Beats down the door demands to know

Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats

Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats

And Ahmed, fat on crisps from his shop

Beats down the door demands to know

«Here you go, son, here son, here you go sun

Here you go son, here son, here you got some sweeties»

Junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk

Speed off with coughs, speed off with coughs

Speed off with coughs, speed off with coughs

Speed off with coughs, Speed off with coughs

Speed off with coughs, Speed off with coughs

Speed off with coughs, Speed off with coughs

«Here you go, son, here son, here you go sun

Here you go son, here son, here you got some sweeties»

Junk, junk, junk

Junk, junk, junk

Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats

Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats

Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats

Who stole these Kit-Kats, who stole these Kit-Kats