Dirty Mags

white shirt
 wrap-around black shades
 chauffeur from outta town
 i don't need to put you down
 fake gold rings and tattoos
 were hot red and were still sore
 i'm working class not poor
 he's too scared to say the things
 he's feeling deep inside
 he calls it cockney pride
 i wanna come inside your life
 oh you're so mean
 i wanna come inside your life
 oh you're so mean
 i wanna come inside your life
 oh you're so mean
 borstal sex never bothered you
 evel knievel sniffing glue
 it's what you wanted to do
 as for me i'm doing fine
 in the gutter with halliwell
 it's time to kiss and tell
 sell my story, sell my soul
 to a dickhead from the star-4
 who remembers eddie shah?
 i wanna come inside your life
 oh you're so mean
 i wanna come inside your life
 oh you're so mean
 i wanna come inside your life
 oh you're so mean