Don't Mess Me Round
Gonna have to cut you down to size
you're running out of style
I'm gonna kit you out
with a subterranean profile
don't you push me too far
it's gonna be bad for your health
you'll wind up just a friend
to the ghost of your former self
Don't mess me round
don't you mess me round
you put me down
don't mess me round
Any more of your mouth
and we'll both see red
I'll pin your bottom lip
to the top of your head
you've got too much talkie-talkie
don't say one more thing
I'll make your insides look
like a Jackson Pollock painting
Don't mess me round ..
No me jodas
Voy a tenerte que reducir a tu medida
te estás quedando sin estilo
Voy a equiparte
con un perfil subterráneo
no me empujes demasiado
será malo para tu salud
terminarás siendo solo un amigo
del fantasma de tu antiguo yo
No me jodas
no me jodas
me menosprecias
no me jodas
Cualquier otra palabra de tu boca
y ambos veremos rojo
Clavaré tu labio inferior
en la parte superior de tu cabeza
tienes demasiado parloteo
no digas ni una palabra más
haré que tus entrañas parezcan
una pintura de Jackson Pollock
No me jodas...
Escrita por: Howard Devoto / Pete Shelley