Wha? This is life mate try make it easier I paint my eye balls a light shade of sepia I wake at nightfall five days a week And im shite faced my minds all sideways Im creeping at my pace As white chalk lines frame the scene of the crime raid Believing it time waits for each of yours blind faith If your piece of the pie's tastin' sweeter than mine mate Ill eat you as live bait. 'Cos i tried to bust rough when i was needia But never held it down like i suffer with belemia And now im fucking with a team full of freaks And we're soon to be a feast for the scum suckin' media.
Dumb fuck. Your season of dumb luck is reaching a slump son i mean it, i'm pumped up and greedier for fresh meat i'm neck deep in the next beat, head feenin' to get lean your featureless mean speak as real as a wet dream its reek on your bed sheet asleep in the the steamiest of sex scene's, my pen speaks for the people that get me you get me ya pricks i'm just sweeping your mess clean.