| I’m a self searching man, at least I thought I was in those days
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| I’m okay I 'spose, but still I snort up loads of cocaine
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| They say it’s down to mistrust, abandonment and self-hate
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| I stare 'em in the eye and cry to fuck 'em if it felt great
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| I struggle in myself, place a bubble built around my life
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| And if I haven’t been a part of nothing in my pounding mind
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| Then fuck it, I’ll just sit within a grin and pick another time
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| And distance in to mix the gin and substance in my fucking life
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| Cuz nothing knows the love inside, feel it but the valve is clocked
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| Pissing out the liquids by the thousands to the fountain pots
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| And none of your umbrellas could resist the muddy pounding drops
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| With every dripping tear and all the shouting in this house I’ve locked
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| So try breaking in and see how far your candle burns
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| It’s pitch black forever in this mountain of abandoned words
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| Mismatching tenants in a crowded vegetated patch
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| Staring at the rusty jerrycan again, now take a match
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| One simple weed smoking alcoholic tosser
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| One little key opens out your options proper
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| Stomp on the beat, talk shit and down a vodka
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| Stop living weak, own a house and see the doctor
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| Until the flames collapse I’m comforting the heat
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| I know it takes a man to stab a drunkard to his feet
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| But I’m tired, the crusade of facts has played a random help
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| But who’s brain is who’s mate, I can’t be arsed to slap myself
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| It’s never my fault, I’ve come to terms on my denial
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| It seems to be the only thing to serve my custom of a smile
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| The grief beneath the sober thing that burns enough to comfort Sid
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| Before I’m rich and bubbling I’m eating out the fucking bin
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| So fuck the normal way, with corners I’m just walking straight
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| Fuck a spoon, fuck a knife, I’m all about the fork to face
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| I’m walking round my awkward mates that weep outside this doorstep
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| And force stress deep inside a portion of my boring head
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| I was pulled out with forceps, I didn’t wanna leave the womb
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| I didn’t wanna see the truth, I didn’t wanna breathe
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| Cuz it’s a disgusting, mistrusting dustbin we sit fucked in
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| Lusting for drug fixes, fixed lost in nothing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alcoholic Tosser , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Sucking on Prawns in the Moonlight, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп