TV-Serie: Shameless - 9x10
Anyone watching, about knowing fuck all about owt So you've had your Labour, sending prices sky-high! Literally, literally taking And now you've got Liberals noshing Tories Have we had a national Is revolution a word or was it needs to know we cope better than Well, for fuck's sake, and they charge us for water! I wandered lonely as a clown, This green and pleasant land yak-yak-yak-yak-yak- It's not theirs any more. This is our England now! Party! Party! This programme contains strong The way I see it, all living eat... defecate... MOANING MOANING Beyond that - it's all about wants. Money... belief in a higher power, Not me. I'm the centre of my universe, because I'm worth it. Yeah, right! Therefore, all I want in life is CHEERING You're going to get caught. You're going to get caught. You're going to lose everything. What? THEY CHATTER I've got a win! You're a fucking one-woman case Here, let's have a look. Oh, well... Just to save you time... Pack it in! Pack it in! You've won a tenner, Lillian. Look at you - Fuck me - you don't know What you on about? A terrace on Gibson Street collapsed straight down And two buildings either side barely All of fucking Manchester's I'd love to see the theatre Wouldn't we all? Wouldn't we all? It's unlikely, admirable Salford teeters atop coal seams, Plenty of time to pick up As a matter of fact, it was my first As a matter of fact, it was my first
thinking we know fuck all
needs to watch their backs...
reclassifying skunk,
the grass from its own roots!
your ConDemNation!
like altar boys picking dimps up!
fucking stroke or what?
never?
Anybody watching
average with irony in Chatsworth.
we live in Manchester
necking mushrooms rarely found.
in ancient times -
yak-yak-yak-yak!
Party!
language and scenes of a sexual
nature from the outset.
creatures have three basic needs -
..
fornicate.
health...
of whatever stripe.
I'm content.
recognition for a job well done.
CHEERING STOPS
Oi, I've won a pound.
for euthanasia you, aren't you?
Well, here y'are,
look, I tell you what.
I'll give
you a quid, y'know, a pound.
Oh?
lucky white heather.
you're living, eh?
into a big hole in the ground.
touched.
Mine shafts or something.
on tunnels.
I'm surprised
the city hasn't collapsed.
of shite collapse!
Boom!
Bye-bye, United!
though the thought is.
but Satan himself protects Trafford.
trivia on the dole, have you?
job after school, smart arse.
job after school, smart arse.
Job?