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Dear Mick, must I be thick?Or a prick and a half to be so daft to doubtWhen I know that I'm in the full close to head throes of darkest prangWithin, out, you, me, rhyme and reason areAll wildly out of season and it's spineless treasonThe kingship that allows the violent silenceAlways babbling in my attempt at verseBut it is pranging out, for which I'm gonna do a verse It seems I can withstand the prang and get it together to sing, as I once sangDrink in the real gangFlick the twang we sang a songSad as sin on a pirate ship on dry land[chorus][spoken]Lead Bilo to the mournful morning prang[spoken]It stings when I ding, it stings like fuckAnd it's not just to rock and knock out the cluckMy days are spent swerving prangsLike Old Bill in a jagBut reality keeps on like a nag Stop it, stop it, before you cop itOff the rails, on style impaledBy injustice jailedAnd to a tabloid crossword nailedJunkie rocker hailed and ISongtexteAppear in the morning too minging to singAnd there's not much worse than thatExcept perhaps deathPrang is a night that gets darker and darkerThat light that gets starker and starkerPrang is the bends with a capital BLife's all mixed up of late I can't see through youSeeing through me[chorus][spoken]Trying to walk tall and look hardPranged when you're on remandAnd can't face cheers and jeers in the yard[spoken]Oh tell me not that story of the ladWho brang into the studioRocked for six, and changed, and wound up whacked up gacked up prangedAnd then came his turn to stand and singOn The Streets' collaboration thingHe looked about him in a sweatSpotlight on his twitchin' leg Looking for the words i was looking forward to layingbut i was twisted eyes red crossed, sold, lost again washed upon suicidal tidal wave of denialtossed and torn and hung, drawn prang dawni'm parachutin into paranoia and crash landing with a dizzy spinmy lover looks like gruesome goya and my minds off itmy lover kisses me and whispers come comeoh my coke, crack, smack and speedin goes when i need when the prang cooks up my heart and soul and decides for a feedvery hot indeed, very hot indeed[chorus][spoken]Lead Bilo to the mournful morning prang rock be in control of me[spoken]Now true storymike invites this blues jackanory to his micclean as serene back is like prang to fuck em??be well as i might or might well i berocks and b have loose and not their grip on meas detox looms a day awayand the air is nile but is loud to playthis hip hop hand and this shit hot landof street symphonys one man banddifferent type of ????this bilo to the mournful morning prang[mubbling nonsense] Aus Songtexte Mania