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Meet my friend Mr Charlie Dealer
My rights of passage they lie on the street
Names, nights and numbers
More yet to meet
Chase all the chances
Blag in their face
Dignified drug deals in civilised space
Question my conduct
You honourable drug man
Act like it's a favour
Thanks for doing all you can
Getting gear to me in the middle of night
If I have paperwork you’ll treat me alright
Those without money are desperate and wrong
Money gains respect when self-respect is all gone
Self-righteous, selfish, insatiable day
Drivelling shit while I'm wasting away
Squander salaciously screaming ‘I am’
Watch for the bricks being thrown from this pram
Don’t call time to me when my funds deplete
You don’t get to tell me my night is complete
You’ve no moral ground to show me the way
Got dollar, how bout it? of course did you say?
Solemnly swearing this is the last call
Under my rule all your soldiers will fall
Got them running in circles through cold rainy night
Want to keep them in battle? Keep them out of my fight.
Yes I am fucking up, I know this very well
You know what motherfucker; I see me in hell
Down in the depths where they crackle and pop
One infinite session where the pain doesn't stop
I could crawl from this gutter of lies, cash and dirt
Disgracing my loved ones I smother with hurt
Destroying desires for life pure and true
Diminishing dreams as we all break on through
How many more sessions will I drag over time
Clinging to delusions whilst buzzing off crime
It costs more than money; the real cost is my soul
Empathy, compassion, ideals, any goal
As desperate when clucking am I now to achieve
Strength of my convictions
I want to believe
that I want to stop.
I want to believe that I want to stop.
I want to stop.
Names, nights and numbers
More yet to meet
Chase all the chances
Blag in their face
Dignified drug deals in civilised space
Question my conduct
You honourable drug man
Act like it's a favour
Thanks for doing all you can
Getting gear to me in the middle of night
If I have paperwork you’ll treat me alright
Those without money are desperate and wrong
Money gains respect when self-respect is all gone
Self-righteous, selfish, insatiable day
Drivelling shit while I'm wasting away
Squander salaciously screaming ‘I am’
Watch for the bricks being thrown from this pram
Don’t call time to me when my funds deplete
You don’t get to tell me my night is complete
You’ve no moral ground to show me the way
Got dollar, how bout it? of course did you say?
Solemnly swearing this is the last call
Under my rule all your soldiers will fall
Got them running in circles through cold rainy night
Want to keep them in battle? Keep them out of my fight.
Yes I am fucking up, I know this very well
You know what motherfucker; I see me in hell
Down in the depths where they crackle and pop
One infinite session where the pain doesn't stop
I could crawl from this gutter of lies, cash and dirt
Disgracing my loved ones I smother with hurt
Destroying desires for life pure and true
Diminishing dreams as we all break on through
How many more sessions will I drag over time
Clinging to delusions whilst buzzing off crime
It costs more than money; the real cost is my soul
Empathy, compassion, ideals, any goal
As desperate when clucking am I now to achieve
Strength of my convictions
I want to believe
that I want to stop.
I want to believe that I want to stop.
I want to stop.
Published 18th Aug 2015
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