Can't Burst The Bubble

Charles and Di o how they cry
The bastard spawn has just been born
This, their son, their legacy?
The forehead King of infamy
CAN'T BURST THE BUBBLE

Bukowski grin, he's got gin
Dirty world he's livin' in
What u givin' it finger lickin'?
Come on girls go skinyy dippin'
CAN'T BURST THE BUBBLE

Possessed with demon speed
Drinks like oil reed
Skates 100 mph
Daughters he'll deflower
Head high backside snap
Frontside power slap
He's always hangin' on
The little fuckin' rat

The bubble is King
He's the prodigal son
No time left, got nothing to
Show for it, he can't go wrong

Slammin' hard, broken neck
The tattooed baby close to death
In the entry, on the job
Off at edge hill that's his stop
CAN'T BURST THE BUBBLE

Smashin' bottles on t.v. screens
Fuck you fatty, fuck your scene
Aye yer dickhead fuck your home
Pocket rocket he explodes
CAN'T BURST THE BUBBLE

The bubble is the king
He's the prodigal son
No time left, bomb doors open
Time to........drop the H bomb

Bros, no duds and suds is how he rolls
Pissed up fucked up destroyer of shows
Boozin', fuckin', skatin' party machine
One in a million........HE;S THE KING!!!