DESCRIPTION:
Jack and Rob jamming out an idea for a new song. Bit of a laugh whilst we are getting the EP recorded. Har har har.

All I wanna do is sit here with my mates, enjoy the news and talk about interest rates.
Nah fuck that we'll be getting in the crates, crumpton oaks talk over festival dates.
I dont wanna look like everybody else through the mist I don't wanna spend money to be noticed, I don't wanna go to the bank and get a student loan, too late, sorted it out on the phone.

I dont wanna be threatened by police with their bats, biggest gang in the country keeping order for the fat cats, I don't wanna hear about your racism scandal the colour of your skin don't make you different to handle so thank fuck for Randall, he's exposing this shit from each angle, so who's the real vandal here? Who's the real vandal?

So I go out and get a drink from the bar give the poor girl my coppers let the punk reggae ska get me away from here, send my troubles to abis, box em up, bury em deep, bye bye, blow em a kiss!
Cause when it comes down to it they will not be missed, when it comes down to it they will not be missed. And we just wanna get pissed.