The knife in your bed, just there by habit,
What thoughts, go through your head as you go to grab it.
Is it what you do when you get in a panic?
Panic, grab it, stab it,
it’s no force of habit,
this is how you do your chavy act bit,
say things like c’mon let’s have it,
I think back on you now, you act so twatty,
matter of factly, always rowdy.