Lyrics The Pits -

The Pits

Leaf Dog:
Coughing up lung butter, I can feel my throat’s lump
You’re thinking that the picture jumpy, so we head for bad country
Fresh days in the park, slugs looking real lovely, ass chunky type of poor rats
that ain’t fluffy
Then I see this one husky, she walks nearer, the type that you would see with
your local drug dealer
As she opens her trap, it all gets clearer, talking like she’s on a level but I
can’t hear her
She appeared to be what you call a good catch, but you’re fucked if the
next-man's money you can’t match
This Venus flytrap walked away in disbelief with a slug-trail following
shouting «You thief!»
All I want is some peace on this sunshine day, so I told her I was good and I
sent her on her way
I ain’t got time to play, only money to burn haze
So scarce they won’t rep, I ain’t got much to say
So we carried on, chilling until the late night
Feeling high, cause no rain in England is a rare sight
Everybody’s looking drunk, I can tell there’ll be a fight
Then some kiddies kick off over a girl they both like
All I heard’s a smash fight, then the shouting stopping
One lying on the floor with the other pissing on him- a straight wronging,
and all for the wet rug, when you’re lying in your bed remember it’s what you
dug
Then I seen the same slug beefing at the man that did it
That could’ve been me with in need of a new jaw fitted
You heard her shout him out- how she’s going to the clinic
She didn’t mean to fuck him, and she wasn’t really with it
It’s fully twisted, but you know the real reason was to get him back for
cheating on her, now she feels even
It’s mating season, but be careful where you dip, cos' a nice cave can turn
into a deadly spiked pit