Age Of Rudeness Lyrics & Chords By The Chancers

If the Judge was still alive,
what would he make of it all.
Would he laugh or would he cry,
at the rudeness of it all.
And if you'd like a little bit,
there's a certain lack of wit,
we're living in an age of rudeness!
Like before you might forget,
now one entendred's all you get.
Living in an age of rudeness!
RUDENESS!
Back when Dread was still alive,
he could have and take it all.
Make her laugh and stroke her thigh,
enjoy the rudeness of it all.
Watch your backs and don't forget
Workplace spies are what you get
Living in an age of rudeness.
And if you'd like a little bit,
It's raunch culture of moral fits,
Living in an age of RUDENESS!