The F-Track (Don’t try to fucking understand me, just let me escape from r

Geezer, first of all it gives me a [bad word] headache
When idiots like [bad word] knocking on my [bad word] door
Telling me to turn my [bad word] noise down
This ain’t noise mate, this is [bad word] Showtek
(Oh no it’s Showtek again)
My favourite [bad word] music
And secondly that daughter of yours, who’s very hot
Just happens to [bad word] out with me for the weekend
So [bad word] you!

So it’s that same old [bad word] again
If it ain’t my [bad word] about my kicking bass
It’s the [bad word] media telling me my music is attracting the worst kinds
Highlighting the [bad word] use and aggressive sounds
These [bad word] just don’t know nothing about clubbing the late-night raves
So let me tell you this, [bad word] 
Not everybody listens to Mr. Williams (let me...)
When my generation parties, we do it 25.000 strong
So people can say what they want, but this is all real
And you know this is [bad word] 
So just let me listen to my music, and [bad word] you!

You know what, I’m sick of all the haters always having a reason [bad word] about this music and the way I live my [bad word] life
I can’t believe these suck-ups from the authorities
Telling me that my nightlife is to be cut short
Closing clubs at three instead of five, six and seven
Not even considering my afterparty on a Sunday [bad word] morning
Ha, I’m gonna get mashed up before the sun goes down
I’m gonna get [bad word] too quick in the pub
And I’m gonna pop pills in the lines to the club
Don’t try to [bad word] understand me, just let me escape from reality
Ain’t nobody telling me what to do or what not to do
This is my life, this is my music, so [bad word] you!

So [bad word] you! [3x]