The Conclusion

I need to find a place that's nice
Escape from the Cambridge lights
Cause the brain cells died in my crazy mind
And it feels like shite as I'm living out a strangers' life
I don't know, I'm just saying there's a better way
Better days, much better ways to get lead astray
I'm just tryin' get my head engaged
Stay ahead of pain, but I guess things never change
The best things but a step away
And that's to get a second play rippin' sets up and getting paid
Big your chest up and celebrate
Oh whatever mate, I'ma be a tenant as I demonstrate
Face the evidence and get away
Taste the medicine I generate and let it spray
Cause your basic irrelevance is wet and gay
I'm fast pacing, developing a clever phrase

Yeah
Dirty Dike
Bee 109
Check check!
Yeah, check

So as the rain pours
I'm still stuck in the same thoughts
Brains torn, clutching a chainsaw
I'm just keeping your stage warm, something I crave, something I'd love to get paid for
But I'm stuck in the pub with a glass and I'm fucked
Saying I'm in touch with my mates more
Plus staying in a pain storm takes more time than you may thought, climbing the gates or
Writing your name, fame hype at late night
The same type of butterfly, state of stage fright
So say "Hi my name's Dike"
And I'm the same guy today as I was when my mate died
And it ain't like I hate life
I'm just gambling, stakes high, shaking the same dice
Random ways, in a vandal, insane mind
Dine at my table, there's candles and stagelights