Mayonnaise

VERSE 1: DIRTY DIKE Think less I live in England where kids get an interest To sit sniffing Ket. till they’re in debt It's big questions, you’re heading for the sink You're wretching in the living room, but cleverly discreet Reckless I’m giving them the energy they need But I’ve never seen the empathy reflecting when I weep Aw whatever man it’s deep And I never had a beef But I sense a lack of passion in your head and that’ll speak My friends collapsed and I’ll drag ‘em to the peak And cram ‘em full of speed and attack ‘em with a beat Till their feet start tapping and I’m cracking at the seams But they’ll stand back clapping when they’re rapping back at me I grab the back of every man that’s backing me And imagine having three grand to splash on what I need An Apple Mac, a sack of Valium and weed I’ll be happy wacking pads and rapping patterns thanks to Key CHORUS: DIRTY DIKE I’ll teach a wanker to be passionate And actually put the aggyness He hasn’t looked or challenged In a massive book VERSE 2: DIRTY DIKE And it’s myself I hate I’m 27, still a selfish little reprobate I look a drug life and wonder: will it ever change? This is the fifth time I’ve moved to find a better place No one’s there for me again Well I guess my mates will care but then again The only one I’ve ever cared for is James Shame I used to trust everybody Loved friends and hobbies and drugs never stopped me I’m back in that phase again Acting like my brains’ a pen And tackling the dangerous steps to collapsing at a fatal end I ain’t afraid of death today I guess it must be the second failed attempt to prove my brain that lady loves me I wonder why these people ever fucking talk to me It’s awkward seeing your speech caught between your teeth I’m smiling though at least Looking like the Cheshire cat Or ???? eleven tabs of acid in a messy flat And panic when he questioned that Paralysis to spread his back Embarrassed of my pen and pad I’m glad you’ve never met my dad I’m losing it Listen to how fucking shit my music is When all I want in life is a wife with the hugest fridge I’ll buy white, sit and hoover it Wishing you were here too To loosen this abusiveness Listen Chris you useless prick Grow yourself a tooth to pick I’m trying to make the future big You’ll die and wish you knew your kid CHORUS: DIRTY DIKE I’ll teach a wanker to be passionate And actually put the aggyness He hasn’t looked or challenged In a massive book