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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