So Many Roads

[Chorus] We've only just begun We start out walking and learn to run [Verse 1] Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation That made me miss my last train from Paddington station? Salvation the key to incredible journeys Up bright and early, I head first into the calm breeze It's just me and my true geez He play percussion and I scribble on oak trees Pretty please, you can sing my syllables credible My cordon bleu sonnets, you just wishing they edible Indelible ink causing a hell of a stink Indiscreet about our trip, see we don't care what you think Or maybe we do care, don't show concern So many paths, it's like which way to turn Look down at my shoes, I find clues Ask myself "Do I break the news to conforming fools?" So we swarm enough schools to outflank the rules Of what your DJ's playing on his ones and twos [Chorus] [Verse 2] Maybe jacking all those samples was stupid cupid We're never getting clearance or distributed The big guns fought back, Example got muted A warrant for my tongue, plus they're suited and booted They've looted the premises, stolen my genesis My mouth caused a fuss like I'm some kinda nemesis Enemies came, so I packed my rucksack Lyrics on a microfilm up my buttcrack It's not at all what it was cracked up to be It weren't up to me, it was down to the system Blink and you'll missed 'em, consumers kissed 'em And if you're like me, have a drink and dissed 'em They kicked in the front door, signed litigation But I'm on a platform in Paddington station I won't try and scram from the sirens I'll just sit here alone doing battle with my eyelids [Chorus] [Verse 3] We are a Clockwork Orange style couple of doogs With our tools the rules bend, some troublesome dudes Like Uncle Scrooge do, "bah humbug" the youths They couldn't travel routes in our musical boots So we grouped to function at some unknown junction Mischievous 'til we felt the back of a truncheon Breadcrumbs for luncheon, something to munch on Bruised and confused, we're like "Which road to choose?" Now they're closing the deficit, I never sit at ease I'm an easy target, I'm all lethargic It was wrong to start with something unconventional Though it was all intentional It's hardly treason to pen something verbal That's out of season without reason I was just catching jokes, but I'm now on the run Like so many roads to choose... but which one? [Chorus]