Lyrics:
a bit alright
What the fuck is he doin'?
Spending all my money on a girl now im screwin'
I only ticked him for a favor
And he pays me back with that
Well there is no need to hide the fact
Win some, lose some -
I've lost too much to let you sit back and relax
Win some, lose some
Straight up out the hood labeled as a dime
You said you got a record, you could make it after nine
I'm chilled with that, but then you hit his brother back
and what they do they come back cryin' like;
"I can't see it I can't feel it"
What it is though, is this "Lazy!!!"
See it's to make 'em lazy crazy "Lazy!!!"
the power of doubt
And when I got my chance I didn't hold back
I told her what I thought of your little escapades and then I helped her pack
But who could
I can feel your breath on the back of my neck
As your fingers torture my palm
I can hear your voice;whisper me mad, saying
"Relax little boy-stay
10:42
Someone says, "The boss wants to see you"
At 10:47 I'm gettin yelled at
I was gonna yell back but my voice fell flat
I'm still ( ? ) at 11:39
They, the people
Done like your dinner
Taping fur to your back
Does not make you a werewolf
Just like dying dads,
Or already dead dads
Chance must
schoolbus, cultural landscape.
Making way through mountains and desert.
Eastbound daybreak carrying it all back home.
It's been said before,
But it's
bright
A walk on air all day and all night
Keep your smile, clear the decks
Set the sails, leave for a seaside dream
I lay back, close my eyes
Take
(Goodbye)
I let go and I float away
(Goodbye)
A million miles in a couple of days
(Goodbye)
I just came back here to say
Goodbye (Goodbye)
and out the pubs with my cigarette,
My face don't receive me till my back gets wet
Have all my dreams come down to this?
Standing by a silent
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine
left
You know that I'm tryin
To make a plan
And road maps
That won't go back
As soon as I save some cash
But I'm not stuck here
And I don't fuck
and those in need
To be kings for a day
Alone in your bubble in your mobile world
You at the wheel brimmed full of stories
He on the back seat dreaming
land
This immaculate misconception
Shoe polished and treacle black
Conveyor belt disciples
There's no peeling back the tarmac
I feel so
Oh yes I
play the game, a fantasy
I pretend I'm not in reality
I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me
I got some memories to look back on
And though
don't know what to do
Give my soul to the man
My love to the clan
Or give myself to you
That's what I'll do
Yesterday's heroes
Shrinking back to size
through the falling snow
When I finally wash ashore
I'm coming back to kiss the girl I kissed before
Of all the shooting stars I knew
I never fell for
She had an operation
A statement of our times
He emails she-males, and rendezvous on line
He disappeared one morning, not even a note
She moved back
silky smooth
The colour of cafe au lait
Made the savage beast inside
Roar until it cried, more, more, more
Now he's back home doing nine to five
I started feeling blue
Back in 1972
Barefoot in the street
I had patches on my jeans
and high up in the hills
They were nodding out on pills
no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
Driving back through the town
The road map-pinned by Pharmacy signs winking up-road
The cars slice
won't back off I get it no shit
Don't do it dumb dog nail them not a
Chance I lean forwards I fall backwards
I lean forwards time crawls backwards
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