Slates, Slags Etc Lyrics - Fall

Right here's the definitive rant 

Slates drive me bats 

Male slates I bait 

Male slates, male slags 

Male slates, male slags and apes 

Male slags, slags slates and tapes 

Male slags in creaky pants and scrubbed hands 

Kill jokes, join gangs 

Male slates, slags slates and apes 

And slates brake hard, brake hardly 

Break your slates for Christ's sake 

Male slags, male slates and tapes 

Ripoff bands with creaky pants and scrubbed hands 

Male slate, male slag 

Knocks over your drink and pays for correct amount spilt 

Male slags, slags slates and drapes 

Male slags, slags slates and apes 

Academic male slags 

Academic male slags 

Ream off names of books and bands 

Ream off names of books and bands 

Kill cultural interest in our land 

Male slates, dead publishers sons 

Dead publishers sons 

In the star cold, nearly old 

In the nearly old dead sound of some [petrol] wanker 

Commence 

famous apes become great 

Male slags, male slags and slates 

Male slags 

Male slags, slags slates and apes 

Let's get on to female slates 

Smoke your cigarettes 

Make pins out of your whims 

Break your balls 

Male cunts