Elbows

Elbows, elbows on the tube
Invade my territory
And I wonder, what sort of cunt are you?
I guess you've heard the stories
Coz you have got to die

You're driving me mad
Your disrespect
I'll be glad when you're dead
Coz you have got to die

I'm gonna form a gang
Smash your fuckin' phones right out of your hands
Go play your shitty music some place else
Is that your bag? What's it doing on my seat, I'm on my feet, it's on my seat
Coz you have got to die

You're driving me mad
Your disrespect
I'll be glad when you're dead
Coz you have got to die

And I say these things but all I end up with is a bar around my neck from the people that I was trying to protect