Lyrics Paper Tigers - Dirty Dike, Verb T, Chester P

Paper Tigers

Jumping out of moving cars
I dance lucid in a room of stars
I chewed apart the nasty rumour that I’m human art
And since youth I’d pass zoots and dig into the past
I used to laugh but now I see the bitter truth
There’s something in the sentences
Something like adventures of a hedonist
Precious bitches getting jealous of their friends and shit
It wasn’t mentioned but the sentiment was definite
I see the separated petals getting delicate
You know I see you
Your smokescreens are see-through
Clean view open so there’s no need to need you
I speak truth and know the coke dreams precede you
Throat bleeds a closed leak of flows beaming Hebrew
Happiness I grab it back and habitat I smash to bits
Snapping twigs to match the apathy I haven’t gripped
Grab and sip liquor back, an agitated pacifist
Incubate a panic, flicking magic cuz the planet twists
We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die
Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies
Just another what’s-his-face sitting round the crib at night
Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind
I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine
Sipping white wine and thinking «Isn't this a wicked time?»
Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside
And still I’m living with it, kid goodbye
I’m walking openly wild in a field of paper tigers
Reoccupying these skies I deserted earlier
Rise of the ghostly riders, unhinged in my psychedelia
Signs of a new Siberian (?) that’ll bite inferior minds
Remind me later of keeping up social etiquettes
Fuck your mediums, peeving on urban tediums
Sleeping is overrated, they failed on the first forget-me-nots
These morbid hurdles of faith in a world of deadly plots
Tomorrows yesterdays drown in a single pinch of salt
Grounds of drowning rats beyond doubts with an air of rancid faults
These kids are cancer, my visor is autopilot
Advising these worldly famers to steer from the path of pirates
I’m flying the skull and bones in a war that has never ended
I’m more than a battle rapper, my ego has transcended
The birth of a revolution, returning to your revolvers with fingers around the
triggers of life and my whole involvement
We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die
Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies
Just another what’s-his-face sitting round the crib at night
Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind
I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine
Sipping white wine and thinking «Isn't this a wicked time?»
Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside
And still I’m living with it, kid goodbye
Flickering holograms, a hollow heart, hollow man
Sat doing fuck all then laughing like it’s gone to plan
Contraband gets abused whenever we get in moods
And telling every tale about it whenever we step in booths
I’m sat unamused, I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?
Telling me your life story, man that shit is nothing new
I’m taking off flying, look mate I’m not lying
I would love to listen but I’ve got paint to watch drying
You see the hot iron brand 'em, it’s remarkable
We herd 'em up because I heard enough of what they churning up
Just another so-and-so poncing cigarettes
And feeling bitterness but forever talking 'bout us indirect
Living in a twisted mess and sipping death from a cup
What a cunt, you on the up?
Nah, that is incorrect
Drama queens, self obsessed
Went mad and felt possessed to leap into the fire
Now we dining on the melted flesh
We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die
Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies
Just another what’s-his-face sitting round the crib at night
Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind
I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine
Sipping white wine and thinking «Isn't this a wicked time?»
Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside
And still I’m living with it, kid goodbye