Frown, frown, see yer face and frown
I see you at the door and I turn out the light
Your face, it of all race
I know you'll come and I'll need that damned tannoy.
Don't waste your words; rent payment is what you
Came here for, or to moan - That's all you ever do
Turn turn, Why not learn
How to use a boiler, light switch or even untrip the switch
I cut loose, you're no use
I couldn't stand another second in your company
Don't waste your words on moaning on number 32's bitch
I don't care where you've been or what's causing that damned itch...
Stone me, why can't you see
You're a resident who knows nothing yet still protests them
Your tongue is far too long
I don't like the way it talks when I have to shout at you
Don't waste your words you can't talk sense
Have you ever taken a British National Citizen's test?
I am the reception and I turn off the light
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like
I am the reception and I turn off the light
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like
Door's closed, don't come in.
Na night!
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