I’m playing potluck in pigsties
With an overactive thyroid
4 times a week, getting jumped on by a big lad
Always overdo 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
Trespass, Trespass, Trespass
Just trespass
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
Trespass, Trespass, Trespass
Just trespass
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