You wouldn't interfere with kidsnAnd lock them in your shednYou wouldn't pick up a hitchhikernAnd stab them till they're deadnThen embalm their body with vinegarnAnd keep them in your bednWouldn't get them out at meal timesnAnd make them garlic breadnYou wouldn't break into your neighbour's housenWhile he was overseasnAnd murder all his goldfishnAnd steal all his CD'snAnd while you're there squat on his bednAnd try and squeeze the cheesenBut you are guilty of a crimenThat's as bad as any of thesennAll these things that I've saidnAre perverted and wrongnIt's exactly the same as downloading this songnn'Cause everytime you share our filesnThe evil God of download smilesnAnd a little deformed baby criesnTears of blood from his jap's eyenWhile you eat, dance and relaxnListening to our stolen tracksnMe and Little Kunt boo-hoonOver our lost revenuennYou wouldn't hang around the woodsnWearing just a capenOr jump out on a ladynPin her down and do a rapenWith a Sony HandicamnFilm it all on tapenThen climb on a unicyclenAnd make good your escapenn'Cause like this, file-sharing is an illegal actnJust like paedophilia and that's an actual factnn'Cause everytime you share our filesnThe evil God of download smilesnAnd a little deformed baby criesnTears of blood from his jap's eyenAnd while you've got your iPod onnSinging along to our stolen songsnIn the woods just walking throughnThey'll be someone in a cape coming after you