Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Chaps sitting here
Proper Paro off his head
Wondering what'll happen to his f*cking Brennan bread
All said and done he thinks he'll end up dead
Knee caps f*cking gone while he's laying in his bed
Cant even claim dole anymore from up the north
Going from disability to selling snort
We've got what we need inside the bunker
Lots of tinned food and lots of f*cking rubbers
Whopper hash before the pound begins to crash
F*ck the Eu
F*ck them all chatting poo
Yo yeah whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna
When they come for you
I dont mean us I mean the Eu
Ah f*ck run their behind you
I'm Paro off my head cause brexit is happening
Get them hands clapping and see the stars flying in
Better run too quick over the border
Sick of the union some c*nts want to murder
Your Da you see he's in the f*cking Ra
Cant even smuggle drugs now has to use a bra
Smuggle em in British passports and Somalians
No hard border lots of f*cking shite talkers
You're the reason paddy's a shite talker
Gonna try my luck jumping the wall
Claim disability if i f*cking fall
For all I know could be the end of it all
Gerry Adams rolling down with a fat eight ball.
Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Ah f*ck no more walkers
Hash has me seeing f*cking flying saucers
We took all the tinned food so what were hoarders
We've got sick jobs as importers
Crossing over borders completing orders
Stole all your waters driving our big transporters
Serving our bread in f*cking quarters
Completing all the orders
Feeding all the snorters
Who voted for this the 52% the 52%
Who cant pay the rent
Middle aged men who look like David Brent
Those posh bastards that live in Kent
Ah f*ck all out of luck hopping on the brexit truck
Theresa May what the f*ck (B*tch)
Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
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Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Chaps sitting here
Proper Paro off his head
Wondering what'll happen to his f*cking Brennan bread
All said and done he thinks he'll end up dead
Knee caps f*cking gone while he's laying in his bed
Cant even claim dole anymore from up the north
Going from disability to selling snort
We've got what we need inside the bunker
Lots of tinned food and lots of f*cking rubbers
Whopper hash before the pound begins to crash
F*ck the Eu
F*ck them all chatting poo
Yo yeah whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna
When they come for you
I dont mean us I mean the Eu
Ah f*ck run their behind you
I'm Paro off my head cause brexit is happening
Get them hands clapping and see the stars flying in
Better run too quick over the border
Sick of the union some c*nts want to murder
Your Da you see he's in the f*cking Ra
Cant even smuggle drugs now has to use a bra
Smuggle em in British passports and Somalians
No hard border lots of f*cking shite talkers
You're the reason paddy's a shite talker
Gonna try my luck jumping the wall
Claim disability if i f*cking fall
For all I know could be the end of it all
Gerry Adams rolling down with a fat eight ball.
Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Ah f*ck no more walkers
Hash has me seeing f*cking flying saucers
We took all the tinned food so what were hoarders
We've got sick jobs as importers
Crossing over borders completing orders
Stole all your waters driving our big transporters
Serving our bread in f*cking quarters
Completing all the orders
Feeding all the snorters
Who voted for this the 52% the 52%
Who cant pay the rent
Middle aged men who look like David Brent
Those posh bastards that live in Kent
Ah f*ck all out of luck hopping on the brexit truck
Theresa May what the f*ck (B*tch)
Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Chaps sitting here
Proper Paro off his head
Wondering what'll happen to his f*cking Brennan bread
All said and done he thinks he'll end up dead
Knee caps f*cking gone while he's laying in his bed
Cant even claim dole anymore from up the north
Going from disability to selling snort
We've got what we need inside the bunker
Lots of tinned food and lots of f*cking rubbers
Whopper hash before the pound begins to crash
F*ck the Eu
F*ck them all chatting poo
Yo yeah whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna
When they come for you
I dont mean us I mean the Eu
Ah f*ck run their behind you
I'm Paro off my head cause brexit is happening
Get them hands clapping and see the stars flying in
Better run too quick over the border
Sick of the union some c*nts want to murder
Your Da you see he's in the f*cking Ra
Cant even smuggle drugs now has to use a bra
Smuggle em in British passports and Somalians
No hard border lots of f*cking shite talkers
You're the reason paddy's a shite talker
Gonna try my luck jumping the wall
Claim disability if i f*cking fall
For all I know could be the end of it all
Gerry Adams rolling down with a fat eight ball.
Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Ah f*ck no more walkers
Hash has me seeing f*cking flying saucers
We took all the tinned food so what were hoarders
We've got sick jobs as importers
Crossing over borders completing orders
Stole all your waters driving our big transporters
Serving our bread in f*cking quarters
Completing all the orders
Feeding all the snorters
Who voted for this the 52% the 52%
Who cant pay the rent
Middle aged men who look like David Brent
Those posh bastards that live in Kent
Ah f*ck all out of luck hopping on the brexit truck
Theresa May what the f*ck (B*tch)
Chilling In my Brexit Bunker
Dying of Hunger
Hibernation real long slumber
Yeah what? F*ck the Hard Border
F*ck the Hard Border
Writer: Dubsey T, J Lobe, John Reville, Joshua Thackaberry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid