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Plenty More Piss In The Toilet

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Plenty More Piss In The Toilet

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I played the sex scene, worked a circuit of slags

Burstin my nads, I'd squirt in every dirty kebab

Till I found the first person that I perfectly matched

A bird with a stack

Of hate and hurt for words that I rapped

Love's so shook, ride the waves we surf to it collapsed

Turning back the hands of time I started working for cash

It was beautiful, the same type of Dream is when ya, nah fuck it

I can't explain the way the feeling had my heart rushing

Half something, half nothing

Part publishing in a past part love and last bluffing

Last cuddle in a parked car crushed

As I rummaged in the dark for the answers but asked nothing

I felt I stripped myself to shreds with a butchers knife

Took a nice wedge of the way

She used to look at life

I'll write it my book of rhymes, nah

Nah I'll write in my book of lies

And look at it with crooked eyes

Celebrate life and use it

Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid

James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid

So how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids?

Celebrate life and use it

Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid

James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid

So how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids?

First date, got together rockin' drunk abused Alan

Words straight, lost in heaven, got depressed and that's what love will do

You damper with my passions, but you haven't got a bloody clue

Tug the noose of love and that's as much as I can fucking do

As much as I would love to prove my thoughts were sincere

I'd walk and grip tears, watch her fall and sip beers

Watchya wondering my plastic couple

Yes I guess that that's the trouble, ah

I can sense your man depressed in every passive cuddle

And yes, I guess the best times were amazing

Kind of a daydream, times it by eighteen

That's the state of mind we'd sit and ride with the fake shit

You'd cry, shit I'd smash shit, you'd silently hate me

Now I've decided to break free and take these last precious pieces of my heart away for safe keeps

We'll make peace at a later date please

I'ma fade away and leave and find a saner state of me

Celebrate life and use it

Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid

James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid

So how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids?

Celebrate life and use it

Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid

James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid

So how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids?

Now I'm back and I'm flirting with slags

And I'm happy so perhaps there's no turning me back

Learn the facts, yeah you've heard of me I'm dirty and bad

Bursting your flaps and squirting till I murmur and collapse

If I can change the way my crazy brain plays the game, a lady chase

I change my name, a late debate in ways in which to break the chains

So you can hate the ways of lazy James, but I'll stay the same baby hitting ladies with my gravy stains

I often sit and drink, a babbling mess

Pit-Patter my steps, from landing in a massive regret

A sadgasm, or maybe just an addict for sex

Gambling debts, the love slag cashing my cheques

Grabbing your chest, I'll even fuck the gash in your head

I need freedom even more than life battles with death

So leave Dike the fuck alone slags, I'm happy with less

Grab me a keg, a stella, I'll be shagging you next

Celebrate life and use it

Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid

James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid

So how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids?

Celebrate life and use it

Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid

James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid

So how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids?

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