Permanent Midnight - Dirty Dike

Permanent Midnight - Dirty Dike

Альбом
Acrylic Snail
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
199710

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Permanent Midnight

Dirty Dike

Sat in a car park doing lighter gas in Year 8

Didn’t like the maths that we’re made to learn

And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate)

So I sat by the side of the train tracks

Late at night and each day (Each day)

I supply the unique that you want

You supply the cliché (Cliché!)

Stupid in the face

Using the space in the room

Shooting a stake in the womb

You could see my cape in the moon

You could be in space in a suit

And still feel a little bit of hate from the tune

Taking the piss

Taking the landfill site full of shit

Breaking the ribs

Breaking the crib

Break in the train yard naked

And paint on my dick

Yeah

Don’t worry about the time

It’s permanent midnight around here always

Skets hanging out in the hallways

Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets

Why talk like your claws ain’t corn flakes

Goin' around gas about your bait court case

All day, all day, all day

Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face

Roll up, roll up, roll up

Two for one, and point seven on a weekday

Two foot skank with the Devil on your shoulder blade

The boy’s clever on a replay

DJ, DJ (DJ)

Please, mate, how’re you gonna come with that shit?

You cat shit

I ain’t gonna teach you to behave so I go paint

Stuffing the tins in a bag

Love’s on a singular plan

Love’s a ridiculous slag

Pumping my fist in the air

For the drugs in my system and damn

I don’t wanna spend my life in the pig house

I don’t wanna smell like ham

I don’t want a slut with a big mouth fucking about with my plans

Love for the gang

Thrusting my nuts in the lamb

Man, I just come with a bang

Jump and I land

Slump when I’m drunk and I stand

Man it’s just something I am

I don’t give a fuck, I’m the man

Fuck ton of drugs in a bag

Punching your mum and your dad, man

Michael Jackson, I’m bad

Snatch the mic from your hand

Yeah

Don’t worry about the time

It’s permanent midnight around here always

Skets hanging out in the hallways

Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets

Why talk like your claws ain’t corn flakes

Goin' about your bait court case

All day, all day, all day

Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face

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