Fallout

I used to be poor, but now I'm rich

When people ask for money, I kick them in the ditch

You know, the best things in life, they cost money

And when charities come round, I just spit in their facesI used to be bad, but now I'm good

I've evicted all the people in the neighbourhood

I used to roll my own, but now I have a fag

I sometimes send get-well cards to meI used to sleep on the floor, but now I own a sea bed

When people ask for money, I rip the skin off their heads

When I couldn't afford it, I had to split the bars

Now when the postman comes, I split his arse

Songwriters

HARDY, THOMAS / HANEY, JOHNPublished by

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