55 Stories

[Verse 1: Tom Scott] The streetlights in the night look like moths from here Watch my spit skydive Pop the top of the beer and reminisce On times when skies were limitless And in the mist I wonder how I ever got Into this infinite twist And in that day I get lost Until I snap back where I left off My stressed boss and my desk job My ex god and my dead dog This is the best of Life can F off, I'm sick of living like this While pretty city siders sitting sipping ciders 55 stories high I sit in silence Considering what shitty city life symbolises The sky sympathises with a lightning flash That lights up the nice bright life I might have had As I look to Avondale See my old lady's pad And memories of my childhood that make me mad My old crazy dad and his brown paper bag Smacked up in the room next door Playing jazz wishing I could take a plane out of the sky And make it crash Looking down at the world trying to find a place to land Praying I could take it back but I can’t I’m no magician just wishing broke musician In this solar system of infinity And none of these stars have ever noticed me This moon don’t want to glow on me and listen to my poetry And I could shout top my lungs But I bet though The only thing I’m going to hear back Is an echo Or maybe if I threw a rock then I’d get heard Or maybe I should tie that rock around my leg first Cause Nobody knows what I’ve been through On the edge of my ledge like 3..2...(1) Just another life wasted But shit, maybe they'll notice me splattered on the pavement Amen [Bridge: MF Doom] The idea of having different characters is to You know Different characters is really to Get the storyline across You know coming from one particular character all the time Makes to me the story boring Everything just flows better when I got multiple characters Yo show you you know the story [Verse 2: Tom Scott] Walking through the night kicking puddles Ifs half 12 but I can’t tell Dark clouds blacking all the stars out Deep down I’m feeling beat down I haven’t slept in a week now maybe I'm asleep now The only thing I’ve eaten is that E I dropped And that lemon from the tequila shot Tell myself I need to stop drinking As I take the lid of my hipflask Take a sip and wipe the whiskey off my moustache Limp past the loners in the strip bars on Fort lane Feeling jealous of the bums sleeping in the doorways Wish I had someone to sleep with Someone to be with Someone to share my 20 cent piece with Instead I throw it to the dude with the harmonica Cause when he tips his hat at me I feel like he’s acknowledged my existence And this is what its like nowadays Gotta pay to get an eyebrow raised Shiiiit Fuck a friend I'd be happy if I had an enemy Or just someone to bump into me accidentally I step to the left they step to the right And we could do that for the rest of our lives And I Don't even recognise my own reflection Catch my eyes in the shop window But there ain't no connection I guess that I ain't even someone to trust Maybe I should run in front of a bus So I take my seat up in the bus lane Got my red pumas on so they can hide the bloodstains Take my last sip of Johnnie Walker As I hear the bus coming from around the corner And I'm counting time Ready to die Then out of nowhere someone drops out the sky Some guy trying to fly 55 stories high And he’s heading right for me like I’m the bullseye *screams *thudding noise