bumbag

raise a glass now, to the person, who invented the word called scum, he was clever, never foolish, and he knew where you came from, you're a bumbag, and a vexer, and you never let your standards slip, cause your standards, are so low-down, like the pavement you find when you trip, but i won't trip over, look over my shoulder, you won't get the better of me, the credit you owe me, respect you don't show me, all makes the better for me, you look so good from afar, but you're just a bumbag, yes, you are, you're a parasite, you're a virus, you only ever make mistakes, like a leper, or a tapeworm, you only ever seem to take, now you're livin', with your language, and everyone's avoiding you, ask for money, ask for cigarettes, but it's all you ever seem to do, but i won't trip over, look over my shoulder, you won't get the better of me, the credit you owe me, respect you don't show me, all makes the better for me, you look so good from afar, but you're just a bumbag, yes, you are, all my friend's heads, seem to go down, whenever you decide to turn up, feel so sorry, for your parents, when they see your face, they must spew up, you're the black sheep, you're the distance, you should keep your wits about you in town, because one day, it could kill you, and your body never will be found