Lyrics
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Verse 1
I'm playing potluck in pigsties with an overactive thyroid
Four times a week, getting jumped on by a big lad
Always overdo it with the harsh interrogation
Wanting full names and pictures of my friends and their locations
Tell your mum it's a public right of way, look it up
I don't care if the path goes through your house
I'll wipe my feet on your dad's back
Chorus
Trespass
Trespass
Trespass
Just trespass
Verse 2
And now I'm in the battery farm with all the chickens
And we're all fucking sick of it
Bob Dylan went electric, you went fucking shit
Get your livestock out my face
Get your livestock out my face
Get your livestock out my face
Get your livestock out my face
Chorus
Trespass
Trespass
Trespass
Just trespass
Trespass
Trespass
Trespass
Just trespass
Verse 3
And now I'm in the battery farm with all the chickens
And we're all fucking sick of it
Bob Dylan went electric, you went fucking shit
You fucking bastard
Outro
You fucking bastard, huh
You fucking bastard
You fucking bastard
You fucking bastard, twat
You fucking bastard
Your sister's crying (Ah)
You fucking bastard
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