Lyrics Ode To Nothing - Children of the Damned, Lee Scott, Monster Under The Bed

Ode To Nothing

I’m on some 'nice to see you, until I actually see you' shit
Indeed I’m pissed, you’re ignorant if I seem in bliss
I did quit smokin weed and shit
Yet I’m still offended when the reefer’s lit and no one offers me a hit
An evil genius, I was a decent kid
Until I got stoned and told the Romans where Jesus lived
If I have to leave Green Hill, and still need a fix
I’ll be walking past the window, waving with a bleeding wrist
I’m more inaudible than Beavis is after drainin several pints of somethin…
COTD’s the clique
Watchin' A Clockwork Orange as your sister fans me with ganja plant leaves and
feeds m trips
Playin' foul in football, drunk on fifa pitch to keep us fit
Feeling sick from all the beak we sniff
I spark a riot in th name of Maradona
Then do a lap of honour in a bloodied Argentina strip
On occasion, you can see me blitz
Runnin' out of church being chased by nuns telling me I’m sick
A decent creepy prick
Fuck books, I prefer a flat window, binoculars and reading lips
I don’t ponder life, it’s meaningless
There is no reason why we exist
Fuck your wife, I’ll marry a group of emo chicks
Each with a pierced clit and a different day of the week tatted between their
hips
Yo the wait is over, COTD we’re taking over
Fuck a dope clique, we’re coke mixed with baking soda
People ask me in a cypher if I’m smokin something
The fact is, I probably am but I don’t feel nothing
I live in a castle of trash and the moat is rubbish
My thrones a dustbin guarded by trolls and goblins
Shit, that dopey fuckwit
I’m rich as shit but broke as fuck coz I spent my dough on skunk
My lungs are soaked in blood, covered in holes and punctures
I roll to shows stoned with a truckload of Munsters
Mr Jojo’s hunting
Powerpuffs with a loaded musket, wrapped in a coat of ducklings
Me and your girl are fucking
She told me she don’t own a husband but quite frankly, I know she’s fronting
Lonely drunkard, never go in public
My only company is empty bottles in a broken cupboard
Both my pockets overflowing with golden nuggets
Till I go to the Greenhouse and I blow my budget
Tried to kill myself but the rope was knotted
My ???
is rotted, I’m still ???
choking off it
With a fat bag I filled out with mouldy chronic
Not eating, tellin' my moaning stomach that slowly does it
I’ve overdone it
Passed out in the middle of a road, so with my motor ???
and run it
Yo, that’s all folks, so fuck it
The monster, I’ll play Goldilocks off ???
Pocahontas
This is my ode to nothing
Yo the wait is over, COTD we’re taking over
Fuck a dope clique, we’re coke mixed with baking soda