We used to have a local
This place was pretty cool
It’s name was the punters
It’s where we drank some brews
Along came some yuppies
And decked the place right out
Now there making pizzas
From the fucken lav
Kill, kill, kill
Kill the yuppie scum
Drag em from the cafes
And get the on the run (CHORUS)
Kill, kill, kill
Kill the yuppie scum
Punch em in the face
And knock to the ground
Buying up all the pubs
And kicking out the locals
Turning them into cafes
Is what you fucken do
Fifty fucken cafes
To a fucken block
When will it stop
You stupid useless twat
(CHORUS)
Brunswick street is fucked
It’s full of fucken yuppies
There sitting in the streets
Drinking fucken coffee
Our pubs are slowly dying
The cafes are growing fast
If I had my way
Id fucken kill em all
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