When the off license asks i've been 2 months
Checks the crack on their forehead
Should comb a hair over that
And these Czech shoes are a bloody reminder
And this town is not much different
The clothes, the stooped appearance
Over the hill goes killer civil servant
I still remember the white leafy border
The scheiss in winter
Over the hill goes killer civil servant
There's a song she had before borough town
That had the snappy rejoinder
Who's there? What's wrong?
Clear off!