Lyrics

Let me tell you about my nightmare, On the TV the other night. The so-called funny man was rubbish, It's just a dressed-up bunch of sheisse. I gotta buff myself up, And call a meeting of the clans. We gotta go and give this man some... Rough Justice! Get up against the wall! Rough Justice! We're gonna have a ball! Rough Justice! You get the side of trash! Rough Justice! TV present us to the Devil and win a prize! (Jimmy, Thomas and old Edmonds?) You really are a pain. To see your shows is torture. Get on that ball and chain. A lot of angry couch potatas, It's gonna fix you good. They gonna dish about a pat or two of... Rough Justice! Get up against the wall! Rough Justice! We're gonna have a ball! Rough Justice! You get the side of trash! Rough Justice! Oh! Ohhh! TV present us to the Devil and win a prize! A lot of angry couch potatas, It's gonna fix you good. They gonna dish about a pat or two of... Rough Justice! Get up against that wall! Rough Justice! We're gonna have a ball! Rough Justice! You get the side of trash! Rough Justice! I've gotta hear that crash! Rough Justice! Get up against the wall! Rough Justice! We're gonna have a ball! Rough Justice! You get the side of trash! Rough Justice! I've gotta hear that crash... crash... Woah... woah... woah Rough justice Rough justice Rough justice Rough justice Rough justice
Writer(s): Steve Jolley, Tony Swain, Sarah Dallin, Siobhan Fahey, Keren Woodward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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