Blasting tunes, driving miles
Honour due, my platoon on trial for war crimes
They’re trying to take away my captain’s stripes
Hidden snakes and drone strikes
Hits I take, not Lucky Strikes
I’m uptown but no funk like
Lasting while, they do tend to cycle
But it’s starting to feel like a spiral
I don’t mean downward, trapped in my spinal
K hole, feel deep in a silo
Psycho, lay low so I’m shiteing in a hole
Drugs make me smile, for a little while
Until it’s the flipside, the off dial
Coughing up bile in the toilet stile
Boyish with great style a while ago, now I’m toying with opiates
Flown over here via the Nile, fleet of Opals into the night
I sell to hopeless and homeless, stymie the sadness a while
Treat them right so they line up outside
Sleep here, at most, six nights
No sleeping anymore, most nights I’m up red-eyed and high as a flight
Bird of prey, I’m a fierce kite
They wanna book me but not the Bible
I want to be an idol, they wanna see me idle
Camel through a needle eye
Needle through your eye if your camera is spying
I’m not being spiteful but don’t fucking cry, crocodile
I’ll watch you die slowly, just for a trifle
Fuck a license, use Unc’s rifle Deer Hunter style
Babel tower, fuck the Eiffel
Babe likes power, she likes to fuck for a stipend
Knickers stripey, dick her when it’s dicey
Boyfriend due to arrive, heart’s icy
I’m on the doorstep entering, like I’m delivering mail,
But when I’m leaving, bailing quick over back railings.
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