Black Tar Hero
I got my chin up high, I'm on a strut to my death My heart is pounding like I'm up next in Russian roulette Here's the subtext I'm subject to some suspect debts And now I'm on my way to go collect a succulent cheque Some call me criminal, I reply with f*ck it you bet That's what you get when you've got trouble coming up to your neck I told a couple little muppets gimme something for rent And when I done it, stuck a Stanley up under his neck Forgot to cover my tracks, and I get pulled up by the feds Got the knife in my clutch, now I'm caught my hands red Like a gardas gut I tuck it back up under my vest He grabbed the scruff of my neck and said you're under arrest F*ck Here mate ye haven't got a shot of 2 euro for a hostel have ye Or even, an ye swap me a tenner for a bitta change I'm after missing me bus They got me stuck I'm impaled, withdrawing, f*ck I'm in hell Stuck in a cell, I need a fucking buck for the bail I can't wait interrogation man just f*ck me in jail I'm pacing back and forth raging cas I know I done failed Criminality is cyclical, my family are criminals The baphot put his hands on me At harmony I'm cynical Waiting for the court date, shit talking is my forte I'd be chatting up a nun, convince her into foreplay I'll tell the judge its OK, portray it as some horseplay Curtsey out the doorway and start another workday But F*ck sake, the judge already knows me And hes looking like he wants to burry up and roll me He said do you understand the charge held against you Noley The only charge I understand is what I have to pay for rollies And I guess he didn't like that, he said to me with pride man If I could I would have sentenced you to life pal Here i was talking to this auld one there the other day yeah And I was asking her if she'd go in- or if she had a few quid for me And she went into the Spar she done And she came out with a fucking sambo Like, love, d'ye expect me to fucking whack a sambo on a spoon and bang it into me arm What are ye at Gotta make the most of shit where ever you are Behind bars, I'm accumulating cuts and scars Tough cards, I'm after getting stung by the guard He caught me sniffing, huffing dust up from off of a card Got it off some cunt mark who smuggled it By tucking it and shoving it in up under his arse F*ck sake, they think I'm after ratting my brains Your all Snakes, hiding under shales and slate I was walking in the canteen went to grab a plate When my mate stuck me in the gut with a makeshift blades Hip hip Hooray, I'm on my way to St. James I'm gonna get a bitta morphine and a bed for the day I made it out and intact, I guess it ain't all bad, Because I'm back, sleeping in the street in my sack And I can always get a fix as long as I got the cash But man its drying up quick, and the shakes hit fast Here have you got a smoke for me have ye Nah sorry mate I don't smoke Whacha mean you don't smoke I'm after seeing ye put one out in the bin That wasn't a fuckin- that was me chicken fillet roll ye mad cunt What are you on about Whacha mean what am I on about What Ahh here go way from me will you You're after coming up to me about smokes You're the one coming up to me mate taking about fucking this and that I had a chicken fillet roll like Whose a bleeding crack head I'm no crack head Unintelligible crack-head ramblings
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