Yeah i sit i’n many garages around my town and I’ve shopped i’n many plazas with my head held down and my hands i’n my pocket like a real gangsta holding a gun waiting to cock it it’s all charade but i don’t wanna stop it letting my imagination become my mapping procrastaniiton on my path to the railway station listening to the birds sing songs i don’t know the words to so i make my own up to the sound of a birds Coo a new tune under a blue moon it’s not everyday that the struggle walks away leaves me for a while so i can flip it round and smile on the time it’s gone baby I’m i’n a good mood come here come on get nude get rude I’ll make my bed with rose petals i’n my room I’ll sweep you off yourfeet with the worlds biggest broom.

And i can’t even see you anymore
I can’t even watch
You don’t wanna be true no more
Fuck it let’s stop

And the days roll on n I’m still rolling on rolling along with the sound of the birds singing there song the one i made up words to try sing it again and i got it all wrong like hits from the bong and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever drop the bomb coz i been working so hard and working so long that even my mother thinks that my mind is gone and maybe it is i got a whole load of whiz and a lot more fizz but it don’t matter it’s just powered purely marketed to make your self prouder make your voice louder keep yours upon hour upon hour n the daylight strikes and there it is the sounds of the birds going tweet tweet tweet well hey lite burst it’s great to
Meet meet meet but i gotta get on go home be head strong i’n my dome and get my hair strong like David give it a comb if i am David then i did gaveth the best i ever could to Goliath i don’t lie of this you were my giant and i cut you down and i’n sorry but i can’t look at you now

And i can’t even see you anymore
I can’t even watch
You don’t wanna be true no more
Fuck it let’s stop