Unlucky it's considered to be by some
That number we call a dozen and one
Frightens me so we don't speak of it none
Them pesky thoughts we often getta dirty
Old Thoughts they 'come harder to clean
Scrub with soap leaves a raw tongue
There's no room for us and I ain't got nowhere else to run
Yes we're to stay
Best get used to it
We don't want a war
But if it came to it...
Expect Pricktory
It's easy to believe in demons, you know
In dark times we feed and breed the scapegoats
And Humble Pie tastes bad in my mouth
Got a waaf 'n' two kids. They grow in hunger
With friends like Yen the cost is sunk
Boat unrocked headin t'wards a 'berg
Can't abandon ship. No I ain't got nowhere else to run
Yes we're to stay
Best get used to it
We don't want a war
And if it came to it...
We've seen this all before
But this time we've got you
Who's free. Now, choose to do
What you want with it...
'Cept Pricktory
PricktoREEEEE!
A resounding pricktory for the pricktorious ones
We patiently await the acockalypse
Respect Pricktory yeah