High Vis Hate Songtext
von Pintglass

Fuck off
You better fuck off, you little mug
Yeah, that′s fucking right

Pintglass 2019
On that fucking Geezercore


I'll take your door clean off its fucking hinge
We come in 2s, leave you in a fucking portaloo
Go out back, put a fucking nailgun to your head, bitch
Where′s my fucking cup of rosey
Where's the chippy
Don't get fucking lippy
He′s got a drinking problem, I want that fucking roof done
Don′t talk shit, you little shit
I'll put you six feet in a fucking ditch

He′s fucking late again, the little prick

You fucking what, mate
Get lippy again, I'll put you through that new fucking window
Shut it, you fucking mug
I asked to use your fucking loo
You looked at me like some cunt, so I stomped you through

Pintglass 2019, motherfuckers

Two sugars, not one
We come in 2s, you fucking tosser
High vis hate, mate

Oi mate, wanna go down the cafe
Yeah, the good old local

Ah yeah, mate, that′s the fucking shit