Lyrics:

I've got a flaming road o' karma and a mobile phone
Was raised by the radio in a broken home
I've got a broken smile, an arrogant line
I'm really no-one special but I'm in my prime

I've got a
Hotbody girlfriend
I've got a
Wallet full of cash
You can
Bury my body
I'm just
North London Trash
Trash

I've got a flaming road o' karma and I'll do it alone
I grew up with the TV in a broken home
I've got match of the day, black converse
I´m really no-one special, but I´ve seen you do much worse

I´ve got a
Hotbody girlfriend
She helps me
Spend my cash
Then we roll on my floorboards
Like nouveau North London Trash

If you don't unblock this rifle it'll blow
I've seen ship like you come and go
North London Trash
North London Trash
Trash
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Traaaaash
Traaaaash
Trash

I got pandemonium in my blood
I'm a fever-pitch
I could marry her for the money but she's known to be a drag
On my collateral and my arrogant streak
I'm really no-one special but I'm here in my prime and my peak

My hotbody girlfriend
She makes the
Cameras flash
You can
Pin up our bodies
But you can't kill
North London Trash

And you ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you
You ain't bad looking son, she just ain't lookin' for you

You show a lot of fight, but this ain't your night or even your year
You ain't bad looking now
Watch where you're looking now
Is anybody looking now?

Oh

Trash