We like driving on a Saturday night, past the Leisure Centre, left at the
lights. We don't look for trouble but if it comes we don't run. Looking
out for trouble is what we call fun. Hey you, you in the Jesus sandals,
wouldn't you like to come over and watch some vandals smashing up
someone's home? We can't help it, we're so thick we can't think, can't
think of anything but shit, sleep and drink. Oh, and we like women; "up
the women" we say and if we get lucky we might even meet some one