Pogue
27th October 2009, 22:21
Courtesy of Freedom Newspaper and The 12 Volt Vandals
All you grasses, all you groupers, all you ****s,
I don't know where you find the front,
But you always still turn up,
To the bookfair.
And there has to be a fight
At the bookfair.
It's the hilight of the year,
It's the place to settle scores,
And we know your getting yours,
Att the bookfair.
This Year.
You're also so stupid,
You always think you've got away,
Like you can fuck over our movement
And then just be okay.
But now you're sorry
'Cos it's a very special day
And everyone who hates you
Has turned up with their mates to
The Bookfair.
'Cos our scene is not a playground
For wankers to hang out
And pose at revolution
While fucking us about.
We're tired of your delusions
And it's time we chucked you out
But first some retrbituion
From the happy bookfair crowd.
We've got Marx, Bakunin and Kropotkin
We've got everything you need
But what Tony doesn't know
Is that we don't come here to read.
And there has to be a fight
At the bookfair
It's the hilight of the year
It's the place to settle scores
And we know your getting yours
At the bookfair.
This year.
(batman tune)Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na na na na na na na na na
Bookfair!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na NaNaNa Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Bookfair!
Bookfair! Bookfair! Bookfair!
All you grasses, all you groupers, all you ****s,
I don't know where you find the front,
But you always still turn up,
To the bookfair.
And there has to be a fight
At the bookfair.
It's the hilight of the year,
It's the place to settle scores,
And we know your getting yours,
Att the bookfair.
This Year.
You're also so stupid,
You always think you've got away,
Like you can fuck over our movement
And then just be okay.
But now you're sorry
'Cos it's a very special day
And everyone who hates you
Has turned up with their mates to
The Bookfair.
'Cos our scene is not a playground
For wankers to hang out
And pose at revolution
While fucking us about.
We're tired of your delusions
And it's time we chucked you out
But first some retrbituion
From the happy bookfair crowd.
We've got Marx, Bakunin and Kropotkin
We've got everything you need
But what Tony doesn't know
Is that we don't come here to read.
And there has to be a fight
At the bookfair
It's the hilight of the year
It's the place to settle scores
And we know your getting yours
At the bookfair.
This year.
(batman tune)Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na na na na na na na na na
Bookfair!
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na NaNaNa Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Bookfair!
Bookfair! Bookfair! Bookfair!