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Date of issue: 02.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In |
Don’t push me 'cause I’m |
Close to the edge |
I’m tryin' not to |
Lose my head, a-ha-ha-ha-ha |
Nothin' in my pockets but an empty wallet and some house keys |
And a fuck you for anyone who doubts me |
As I walk the streets armed with the faith |
That these boots will be enough to get me home in one piece |
I exhale, breathe the air |
Smoke trail got me thinkin' 'bout the reason I’m here |
'Cause I’m only 19 but my mind is old |
Sydneysider heatwave to Minnesota cold |
Cold like the streets of the Cross where underages |
Litter the pavement, this ain’t «Paradise», it’s «Innocence Lost» |
Cold like the veins of the junkies |
Cold like the hearts of those who take their money |
I swear to God somebody died on my block the other night |
A life lost to a domestic fight, and that shit ain’t right |
Now my picket fence don’t look so white |
I wonder what possesses a man to kill his wife? |
And as if that wasn’t enough, we got these fuckin' |
Poker machines sucking the souls of our single mums |
See, I’m like Tim Freedman, I wish I could blow 'em up |
For all the futures that they ruined and the homes they’ve broken up |
Now that’s proof of a cold world, they package an addiction |
And they sell it as a game, but anyway |
Times are exponential, two-party preferential |
And though it’s incremental, day-to-day we makin' change |
So here I am still tryna make this stone bleed |
In the city of late trains and broken dreams |
Where you rap with your talk, or you graff on the wall |
You gotta make something outta nothin' at all |
And yes, I built this house, I made it wrong |
I watched it crumble, now I’m moving on |
Now shit is rotten to the core, what a pity |
We don’t wanna be forgotten, it’s why we write our stories on the walls of our |
cities |
I’d write 'em all for you if I had the time |
In 40-foot high letters 'cause they’re important |
It’s enough of a challenge handlin' mine, take it one day at a time |
Treadin' water and crossin' borders |
Next to me a baby’s cryin' for his mum as the ground’s leavin' |
Economy class with chaos all around me |
But I don’t even care, I’m not even there |
Frozen in a blank stare with my headphones blaring like: |
Don’t push me 'cause I’m |
Close to the edge |
I’m tryin' not to |
Lose my head, a-ha-ha-ha-ha |
Nothin' in my pockets but a boarding pass and a passport |
Plus an «I love you» for the friends I never asked for |
It keeps me safe, guards me from the sickness |
Like a pocketful of posie as I walk with the wicked |
Talk with a quickness, never let 'em catch up |
They wouldn’t play with you if they could see the odds was stacked up |
So you pack it up, move it town to town |
Gotta study how the local village people get down |
Ridin' through the night on a tube train |
Having revelations 'bout my place in the food chain |
Lookin' out the window at the world whizzin' by |
I’m determined to do something with my given time |
And to begin with I’ma fit it in a rhyme |
Watch us plant this forest one seed at a time |
So shit, I spend my days hopin' but by the same token |
We here to get our chains broken and our names spoken |
So this is my dot on the map, my drop in the ocean |
My patch of dirt, and I’ma make somethin' |
Make somethin' work, make somethin' feel |
Make somethin' hurt to make somethin' real |
Make somethin' out of me, make a friend out of you |
Then again, make an enemy if need be |
So just let me be, let me rest |
Let me sleep, let me wake |
Let me eat, let me grow |
Be at peace, let your guard down |
Let me close, I’ll let you see |
Let you know, let you near |
Draw you in, let you hear |
Show you things, I’ma let you in |
Said I’ma let you in |
Said I’ma let you in |
Horrorshow, 2009 |
One time for your mind, said I’ma let you in |
'Bout to take you inside |
«So here is us, on the raggedy edge. |
Don’t push me, and I won’t push you.» |