| As I sail past bricks light seems to lose all it’s relevance,
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| No greater good or intelligence,
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| Brains sink down along the sun,
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| Is it wrong if my main reaction’s to run?
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| Echoes four stories high in my spine,
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| Quickening the pace cos you know it’s such a fine line,
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| In time some sign will find you, strange how your cautiousness will blind you,
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| Current of concrete mighty flow
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| Strong street torrent makes you go
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| To a spot where it’s got but you’re not gonna stop cos the worlds your foe,
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| BD noise overshadows the rest
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| K-town has to take second best it’s fair to say that greys a pest for most
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| And it’s strange how they live in modern homes
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| yet the instincts of the cave still reside withing their bones
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| And then they communicate with the raising of a fist
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| and the only will debate with the act of getting pissed
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| And you know when they’re around, there’s a change in atmosphere,
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| such a strong distinctive sound cos the instincts are so clear,
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| If you’re following their tracks then be sure to stay alert,
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| Cos the sometimes will attack and they have been known to hurt
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| THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN, THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN
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| As I flick through shit fucked off with toffs on this box,
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| A-grade twats grinning over chocs and that post-dinner party coffee mocks below
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| Why don’t these wankers go to a place where impulse drives?
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| Not bound by rules where they from these hives
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| Tripping over each other so they can impress the queen,
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| Society’s so obscene
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| Now look, guess what? |
| Those Roche cunts have lost the plot,
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| I’m a pacifist but I hope their heads explode.
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| Then there’s this place 01 535 alive?
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| What a dive but it’s home where I reside,
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| Divided up and branded by your road.
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| And it’s true that I’m not entirely down,
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| But it’s not the greatest view it’s a hazy middle ground,
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| And there’s creatures down below and there’s creatures up above
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| But no matter where I go there’s that well known mental shove
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| And the act in different ways some are so predictable
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| Fixed on what their leader says in pedantic rituals
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| Maybe one day they’ll evolve and then they’ll open their eyes,
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| The I might just get involved and forget the question why?
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| THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN, THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN
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| And they spread like fire with a coarse desire
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| Just to plant a flag or to fill a bag
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| With fruits of where they stand
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| Rip the land for what they have planned,
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| Two heads, fill more beds, spin more threads
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| Tracks will multiply,
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| They go where promise pills, wear cloth but they’re all ANIMALS. |