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Knock knock knock On my door, who could it be? Puffy jacket badman Wants his money Kicked down the door and his Nike Air Rattles Rush the fire exit, no time for battles Well, I, I never expected it from you Someone I always thought I knew It's true, the demise of this guy's came through And shit's about to go down like Titanic Young, dumb, living off Mum Waiting for the right time to come The best bet's getting you when you're all alone Unknown number, don't pick up the phone The stepson father, brother's next door neighbour's riddled Cause when he heard his wife had had a little bit of a fiddle On the side, hands held wide, tight at the side I couldn't get home but at least he tried And it ain't all over till the fat ladies sing And even then, the fire's still yet to begin There's an hole in the city but isn't it a pity Why the fuck do relationships be so tricky? Young, dumb, living off Mum Waiting for the right time to come The best bet's getting you when you're all alone Unknown number, don't pick up the phone Aus Songtexte Mania