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It's the six horsemen
And they live in South London
They're so outrageous
They've been doing drugs for ages

The Brixtons are trying so hard
To be on top of their chaos
The bingo culture, where have you been?
These bastards in the map room are fuckin' useless

Players, full house, here we go again
Number ten, Maggie's den
The animal farm, employers' blacklist
Pivotal, oh, oh, oh

Johnny Borrell fucks off to an island for four months
At the height of his fame
Was the country bothered?
Was it fucked?
He made a massively bad calculation
The thick cunt

It's the six horsemen
And they live in South London
They're so outrageous
They've been doing drugs for ages

He likes hardcore
I couldn't give a shit
Look at me, all sweating and shit
Pot tit, muffin top
Regimental lobbyist punks on slop
Twat cap, smashed it in a twat lap

You look at me, I look at you
The big other is what makes me and you
We see the same things in sight
And sleep, there is no keep, no line

We are the hands of the shit unspoken
Hands of the shit unspoken
We are hands of the shit, shit

It's the six horsemen
And they live in South London
They're so outrageous
They've been doing drugs for ages