(Jonny, Sam, James and Lara) BLINDCHIPS
Mixing the lyrics from four heads. The result:
We are just night fools
Singing something cool
You can't learn these A B C's
In poetry school
Even we're messin' around
No one else got these sounds
I get down for that sweet ham and cheese
When they see us, motherfuckers freeze!
I'll be the bait on the hook
I'm the fire in that sweet sweet fuck
But when I visit my mummy
You know I ain't being funny
Don't stay there, come on join!
You know we deserve some coins
Be good, we are doing it right
Or maybe not but who cares
We are having fun in our style.
