Loitering with Intent - Andy Bell

I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place

Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face

This is the primal scene of an elite cry wolf rave

But your dismal dark soul tell me you’ll break make no mistake

It’s intention to slide through a carnal cracked youth

Who you showered with poisoned platitudes

Like pricked and want to be used

I’m very nearly over it and will be once I’m done with you

This bitter little mumbling of multiples you screwed

The Cyclop Tudor with the motive and intent to kill you

Loitering with intent (ooh)

Loitering with intent (ooh)

You credit reactions vomiting out back at you

Such a tally of unpaid rent

I’m no archangel of mercy, in fact I laughed

When the desperate finally repent (ha ha)

Soon you’ll be six feet under and I’ll not wish you rest in peace

For to me you’re just a cauterised highly toxic disease

A charmous blundering disgrace of a thief

Who stole self respect from young men just like me

Loitering with intent (ooh)

Loitering with intent (ooh)

I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)

Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face

I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)

Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face

I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)

Don’t you dare come near or else I’ll smash your fucking face

I’m loitering with intent around this God forsaken place (loitering with intent)

The friendship have it in you, oh so tragically misplaced (loitering with

intent)