It's Always Sunny in Deptford

What kind of system
Puts him in position
To sign a petition
To bring back extinction?
Fiction is missing a glistening shit!
But it's always sunny in Deptford.

I'm naughty, I'm oi'd and annoyed
Faulty-eared boy, 40 years destroyed
But it's always sunny in Deptford.

Life can be pukka, the glittering gutter,
Along with another stuck, spluttering nutter
To fuck yer, and cut yer.
But it's always sunny.

History's mystery peat-ing the misery is never funny,
So why am I laughing my arse off at parts of this top chump with money?
Cos it's always sunny

Run for your life!
Knitting needles have, since school,
Pulled wool in and over your eyes.
Balaclava'd your brain since the damn age of 5,
One size fits small!
The itching gets worse if you scratch when it's wet!
And it's always rainy in your head.

The hate that I feel for this man
That I recently loved as a brother.
Barely compares to the way that I feel for my mother.
But fuck it, but fuck it, you're always in Deptford.

Fuck it fuck it fucking fucking fucking fucking
Fuck it!
Fucking Fuck it!