Isleham Swamp

Dirty Dike

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    Meet me at the swamp, round the back of the gas works in Isleham
    I'll be sat with a fat bird, reclining
    I'll be sitting there, six yards, sophisticated prison stare
    Missing hair, spinning in my little shitty swivel chair
    Counting lizards with a pig as if I didn't care
    How does he get away with talking shit like this it isn't fair
    Simply isn't, yeah
    You need to listen, where
    Over there with all the victims and opinions, fair
    Guest list, why
    You look a bit depressed bitch
    Hold my stack of lizards while I cellotape this death wish
    Decorate the cess pit, celebrate with ten quid
    Spend it on a rainy day on anything I'm friends with
    Friends trip and get a bitch in the check quick
    And act as if it wasn't represent till the death, shit
    It's never pressure, I'll be there when the wrench splits
    With everything you never left, kept in a shed, quick

    Meet me at the spot that only seems to exist in deep memory
    Bring a pen to me and everything you're tellin' me
    I know I speak it so easily and cleverly
    But please, your dream catcher doesn't mean to be the death, you see
    At least capture your beliefs and head steadily
    Forgettin', keep remembering, intelligence is never free
    Don't let that bitch ever question your integrity
    I wanna say your name, but I don't wanna be your enemy

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    She pens a question in my head and in my head it seems
    Is she just another desperate thief?
    Please, I keep it blessed for my team
    If you have to ask the question at the start, I guess you'll never see
    What's the point in tryna pick apart a leather seam?
    You can't change a spitting heart and get a settled dream
    Let it breathe is my message to most
    And I ain't tryna get dismissive, be possessive and boast
    I'm just tryna make you wish it's best better in hope
    And you know, well, if that's settled then I guess it's a bloke that you know
    It's only back watchin' at a mount fort
    I'll snap a block fountain for that downpour

    Meet me at the spot that only seems to exist in deep memory
    Bring a pen to me and everything you're tellin' me
    I know I speak it so easily and cleverly
    But please, your dream catcher doesn't mean to be the death, you see
    At least capture your beliefs and head steadily
    Forgettin', keep remembering, intelligence is never free
    Don't let that bitch ever question your integrity
    I wanna say your name, but I don't wanna be your enemy

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    Composition: Joe Corfield

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