Mayonnaise

VERSE 1:
DIRTY DIKE

Think less
I live in England where kids get an interest
To sit sniffing Ket. till they’re in debt
It's big questions, you’re heading for the sink
You're wretching in the living room, but cleverly discreet
Reckless
I’m giving them the energy they need
But I’ve never seen the empathy reflecting when I weep
Aw whatever man it’s deep
And I never had a beef
But I sense a lack of passion in your head and that’ll speak
My friends collapsed and I’ll drag ‘em to the peak
And cram ‘em full of speed and attack ‘em with a beat
Till their feet start tapping and I’m cracking at the seams
But they’ll stand back clapping when they’re rapping back at me
I grab the back of every man that’s backing me
And imagine having three grand to splash on what I need
An Apple Mac, a sack of Valium and weed
I’ll be happy wacking pads and rapping patterns thanks to Key

CHORUS:
DIRTY DIKE

I’ll teach a wanker to be passionate
And actually put the aggyness
He hasn’t looked or challenged
In a massive book

VERSE 2:
DIRTY DIKE

And it’s myself I hate
I’m 27, still a selfish little reprobate
I look a drug life and wonder: will it ever change?
This is the fifth time I’ve moved to find a better place
No one’s there for me again
Well I guess my mates will care but then again
The only one I’ve ever cared for is James
Shame
I used to trust everybody
Loved friends and hobbies and drugs never stopped me
I’m back in that phase again
Acting like my brains’ a pen
And tackling the dangerous steps to collapsing at a fatal end
I ain’t afraid of death today
I guess it must be the second failed attempt to prove my brain that lady loves me
I wonder why these people ever fucking talk to me
It’s awkward seeing your speech caught between your teeth
I’m smiling though at least
Looking like the Cheshire cat
Or ???? eleven tabs of acid in a messy flat
And panic when he questioned that
Paralysis to spread his back
Embarrassed of my pen and pad
I’m glad you’ve never met my dad
I’m losing it
Listen to how fucking shit my music is
When all I want in life is a wife with the hugest fridge
I’ll buy white, sit and hoover it
Wishing you were here too
To loosen this abusiveness
Listen Chris you useless prick
Grow yourself a tooth to pick
I’m trying to make the future big
You’ll die and wish you knew your kid

CHORUS:
DIRTY DIKE

I’ll teach a wanker to be passionate
And actually put the aggyness
He hasn’t looked or challenged
In a massive book