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Give me my money back Give me my money back Magical machines placed in convenient locations Containing many things nobody should consume At the youth club, leisure centre, zoo, they’re always there for you Until it drops the wrong packet of crisps Fuck this shit Sometimes it’s a drink, sometimes it’s a snack But it’s always gonna end without getting your money back Pressing “coin return”, Just spits out some bronze Why am I being tortured? What the fuck have I done wrong? It’s a sad day for mankind, that Yorkie should be mine I think stealing is their design, Machines are killing me So many different types Some even effortlessly make you hot drinks (They kinda suck but at least they can do it) But there is still an issue, they'll burn your fucking tongue off It’s like taking a sip of molten lava straight from hell Holy fucking Jesus Christ Who signed off on this shit? How did this ever get past R&D? What dickweed thought this was a good idea? I don’t think I have a mouth anymore Carl mate, can you take me to the hospital? Oh shit Letras de canciones It’s a sad day for mankind, that Yorkie should be mine I think stealing is their design, Machines are killing me I don’t know what to do, I really need an energy boost I've wasted too much to give up now And I’m determined to get this to work What do you want from me? I've given you 7 fucking pounds and I don't even have any Doritos in my hand right now I'll give you my fucking soul Security's told me to stop kicking this shit So give me my Doritos or give me my money back Give me my money back It’s a sad day for mankind, that Yorkie should be mine I think stealing is their design, Machines are killing me I don’t know what to do, I really need an energy boost I've wasted too much to give up now And I’m determined to get this to work I’m so angry, I really want a coconut chocolate bar I will break who ever designed this’s fucking neck Uururrgsgghhgsdshhhh Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee From Letras Mania