Lock, Stock: SCRIPT

It’s all a deceptive façade

A few nights ago rorys roger iron rusted
So he’s gone down the battle cruiser to watch the end of a football game
No one’s watching the custard so he switches the channel over
A fat geezer’s north opens
And he wanders up and turns the lizer over
Now fuck off and watch it somewhere else
Rory knows claret is imminent but he doesn’t wanna miss the end of the game
So calm as a comber, picks up the fire extinguisher,
Walks straight past the jam rolls who are ready for action and plonks it outside the entrance
He then order an aristottle of the most ping pong tiddly in the nuclear sub and switches Back to his footer
“That’s fucking it” says the geezer
“That’s fucking what?” says Rory
And he gobs out a mouthful of booze covering Fatty and he flicks a flaming match into his bird’s nest
And the geezers lit up like a leaking gas pipe, Rory unfazed turns back to his game, his team’s won too 4-0!