Paper Tigers

Dirty Dike

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    Jumping out of moving cars
    I dance lucid in a room of stars
    I chewed apart the nasty rumour that I'm human art
    And since youth I'd pass zoots and dig into the past
    I used to laugh but now I see the bitter truth
    There's something in the sentences
    Something like adventures of a hedonist
    Precious bitches getting jealous of their friends and shit
    It wasn't mentioned but the sentiment was definite
    I see the separated petals getting delicate
    You know I see you
    Your smokescreens are see-through
    Clean view open so there's no need to need you
    I speak truth and know the coke dreams precede you
    Throat bleeds a closed leak of flows beaming Hebrew
    Happiness I grab it back and habitat I smash to bits
    Snapping twigs to match the apathy I haven't gripped
    Grab and sip liquor back, an agitated pacifist
    Incubate a panic, flicking magic 'cause the planet twists

    We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die
    Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies
    Just another what's-his-face sitting round the crib at night
    Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind
    I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine
    Sipping white lightning thinking: Isn't this a wicked time?
    Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside
    And still I'm living with it, kid goodbye

    I'm walking openly wild in a field of paper tigers
    Reoccupying these skies I deserted earlier
    Rise of the ghostly riders, unhinged in my psychedelia
    Signs of a new Siberian frost that'll bite inferior minds
    Remind me later of keeping up social etiquettes
    Fuck your mediums, peeving on urban tediums
    Sleeping is overrated, they failed on the first forget-me-nots
    These morbid hurdles of faith in a world of deadly plots
    Tomorrows yesterdays drown in a single pinch of salt
    Grounds of drowning rats beyond doubts with an air of rancid faults
    These kids are cancer, my visor is autopilot
    Advising these worldly sailors to steer from the path of pirates
    I'm flying the skull and bones in a war that has never ended
    I'm more than a battle rapper, my ego has transcended
    The birth of a revolution, returning to your revolvers with fingers around the triggers of life and my whole involvement

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    We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die
    Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies
    Just another what's-his-face sitting round the crib at night
    Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind
    I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine
    Sipping white lightning thinking: Isn't this a wicked time?
    Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside
    And still I'm living with it, kid goodbye

    Flickering holograms, a hollow heart, hollow man
    Sat doing fuck all then laughing like it's gone to plan
    Contraband gets abused whenever we get in moods
    And telling every tale about it whenever we step in booths
    I'm sat unamused, I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?
    Telling me your life story, man that shit is nothing new
    I'm taking off flying, look mate I'm not lying
    I would love to listen but I've got paint to watch drying
    You see the hot iron brand 'em, it's remarkable
    We herd 'em up because I heard enough of what they churning up
    Just another so-and-so poncing cigarettes
    And feeling bitterness but forever talking 'bout us indirect
    Living in a twisted mess and sipping death from a cup
    What a cunt, you on the up? Nah, that is incorrect
    Drama queens, self obsessed
    Went mad and felt possessed to leap into the fire
    Now we dining on the melted flesh

    We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die
    Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies
    Just another what's-his-face sitting round the crib at night
    Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind
    I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine
    Sipping white lightning thinking: Isn't this a wicked time?
    Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside
    And still I'm living with it, kid, goodbye

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    Composición: Thomas Conning, Chester P y Dirty Dike

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