The Conclusion - Dirty Dike

I need to find a place that’s nice

Escape from the Cambridge lights

Cause the brain cells died in my crazy mind

And it feels like shite as I’m living out a strangers' life

I don’t know, I’m just saying theres a better way

Better days, much better ways to get lead astray

I’m just tryin' get my head engaged

Stay ahead of pain, but I guess things never change

The best things but a step away

And thats to get a second play rippin' sets up and getting paid

Big your chest up and celebrate

Oh whatever mate, I’mma be a tenant as I demonstrate

Face the evidence and get away

Taste the medicine I generate and let it spray

Cause your basic irrelevance is wet and gay

I’m fast pacing, developing a clever phrase

(Yeah

Dirty Dike

Bee 109

Check check!

Yeah, check)

So as the rain pours

I’m still stuck in the same thoughts

Brains torn, clutching a chainsaw

I’m just keeping your stage warm, something I crave, something I’d love to get

paid for

But I’m stuck in the pub with a glass and I’m fucked

Saying I’m in touch with my mates more

Plus staying in a pain storm takes more time than you may thought,

climbing the gates or

Writing your name, fame hype at late night

The same type of butterfly, state of stage fright

So say «Hi my name’s Dike»

And I’m the same guy today as I was when my mate died

And it ain’t like I hate life

I’m just gambling, stakes high, shaking the same dice

Random ways, in a vandal, insane mind

Dine at my table, there’s candles and stagelights