Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slow Down, artist - Dr. Syntax
Date of issue: 12.04.2009
Song language: English
Slow Down |
It seems like certain people need to slow down |
Sit and zone out, but they don’t know how |
They’re burning loads of pounds |
But I’m in no doubt |
Burn the candle both ends |
It’ll get blown out |
Can you really see Synners |
Getting down to some big-cheese business? |
Every month, holding more than three figures |
I’ve seen that scene |
And that scene seems vicious |
Keen-witted mean-spirits |
Fiending for riches, me |
I couldn’t deal with it |
I’ll sooner be seen swimming |
In deep rivers wearing concrete slippers |
It’s wrong that I should feel privileged when |
Given a fleeting glimpse of free living once my weeks finished |
Maybe I’m one of those weak quitters |
But I can’t work all day |
And only rest for fifteen minutes |
Eating TV dinners |
Steady trying to keep diligent |
Thinking of my annual beach visit |
So ask me what I’m doing instead, just |
Scooping a bit of bread and butter |
While pursuing interests |
And you might think I’m stupid |
As a foolish inbred |
Used to sittin' on a stoop |
With a group of pissheads |
But it’s rare that my mood is intense |
'Cuz I created a relaxing ambiance |
Without using incense |
So accuse me while using a pertruding index |
'Cuz it’s true that I’m a loser |
With his future in shreds |
But I produce a sick text |
When I use a Bic pen |
Something in me ticks |
Like a superhuman sixth sense |
Observing life through a thick lens |
Watching steadily |
Using time to rest |
Thus preserving my longevity |
It’s Tuesday night, man |
I’m craving spliff and hot food |
But not more than pound a drink |
And shit pop tunes |
A lot lost to the work-drink work-drink |
Puzzled punters glugging jugs |
To make the words fit (What?) |
A something always |
Tugging at the purse-strings |
And now they’re sloppy 'round the edges |
Like a first kiss |
I’m not the worst; |
it’s |
Just a casual pastime |
Nothing serious |
Just here to drink the bar dry |
Chuckle at our troubles as they shrink into the dark night |
Follow my reflection as it’s sinking |
With my last pint |
We’re on the brink of being |
Victims of the far right |
But can’t resist because we’re |
Twisted by this fast life |
I drifted in from last night |
Thinkin' how it’s |
A little bit odd that we see time as a commodity |
When if a man was lost at sea |
Without a clock to read |
Imprisoned by his prophesy |
Allowing his return upon |
Accomplishment of odyssey |
He could quite possibly |
Arrive to find the hand had only moved from one to three |
Think about it logically |
Or don’t if you’re too busy |
But choose quickly |
'Cuz pretty soon they’ll be selling special |
Seconds of your life online for 2.50 |
Who’s with me?! |
Nah, I thought not |
'Cuz then you’d have to slow down |
And if I’m really honest with you |
Then I couldn’t go now |
Just leave with no sound |
Like this life was worth nothing; |
All possessions thrown down |
Possessions thrown down |
Possessions thrown down |
Possessions thrown down |
Possessions thrown down, down, down |