Psychoville

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Yah-yah-yah, yah-yah-yah
 Attention deficit disorder
 Slaughter, blame it on the hotel porter
 No one needs to know but the daughter
 'Caught between the headlights, she don't know what to say yeah (Sorta!)
 All the right makings of a psychopath hiding in a hybrid flat
 Stashed the make up in a Nike bag
 Spare pair of rubber gloves man I'm to rags
 One big round trip, take two cabs
 Wash hands at every opportunity, up to the elbows
 Really gets underneath the fingernails
 Try and blend in with the infidels
 And stop doing everything you did usually (Usually)
 Then in the blink of a heartbeat, remember what you got stashed in the car seat
 We don't want a situation getting nasty
 I ain't gonna say nothing if they ask me
 But can you really trust me, can I trust you?
 You don't even have to ask or beat around the bush
 Stop pulling up my past man you must do
 'Cause if you ain't got my back i'll have to crush you
 No psychics here, no wing men
 No feelings either, tin men
 And we're up real early like the bin men
 And we're gonna do a ting, are you in men?
 In these walls I'm tightened like a prey
 But I faught like a victim
 On the edge, I'm fighting like I'm brave
 But these suffer the sickness
 It's funny how the brain play tricks on ya
 One day it's all fine then they switch on ya
 Picturesque in the mind like literature
 Techniques to define asphyxia
 Which bit you want?
 The long story and the short is I sorta make it as I go along
 Welcome to the mind of a psycho
 Up late mixing alcohol with the Nytol (nytol)
 Right old nutter from the loony bin
 Bought the house next door to you now he's moving in
 Walking in the living room twitching
 Thinking he's underneath the sink in the kitchen
 Do you ever get the feeling that there's two of you?
 Sitting on your own in the room with a few of you? yes (Who are you?)
 No one that you need to be concerned about
 Hoping that all my split personalities can work it out
 Trapped in the body of a grown man
 So damn horny I could fornicate with both hands
 OCD get me house proud, cleaning out the cupboards with a drink thinking out load
 Now now, low it he's a nut job
 Big fat fucking lunatic he'll have your nuts off
 Meet me at the tuc shop, bring the chlorine to get the crust off
 Just round the corner from the bus stop
 In these walls I'm tightened like a prey
 But I faught like a victim
 On the edge, I'm fighting like I'm brave
 But these suffer the sickness
 I promised to myself last time, though I shouldn't
 If that's the case boy I better make it a good'un
 I'm the little thing in the night that goes biddum
 Hanging round all the places that you wouldn't
 Shoulda butta woulda becoming a big nuisance
 He's a green ninja like the Teenage Mutants
 Cleaning up the streets like De Niro
 Weirdo, dressed as a comic book hero
 Hiding in the bush like a meerkat
 Badgering my dogs like, shh did you here that?
 Blot two drops on the paper and watch the whole world fast forward to a lot later
 Meanwhile hiding in the backdrop
 Crack pot, tryna clean the porn off his laptop
 What you really wanna do is settle down mate
 Wow mate, you should of had a job by now mate
 It's just me and the tree that I'm hugging
 Thugging, sitting in a whole that I dug in
 Bugging, i've been in this loop like forever
 Just tugging on the string for the baggage that I'm lugging
 Ain't it funny how the truth comes out when the house get's taken
 And the loot run's out
 No doubt that you'll thank me when you're at the sanctuary
 With the chloroform and the hanky
 In these walls I'm tightened like a prey
 But I faught like a victim
 On the edge, I'm fighting like I'm brave
 But these suffer the sickness (yeah)
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 Mate you gotta start thinking positively
 You know you've got to like, have you read the secret, yeah
 You know what I mean, you've got to attract- attract that-
 That success into your life believe it, you know what I mean? positive vibes
 You know when I go out, I'm just like yeah, positive
 Just put in positive vibe into people's mind
 And they feed off it, they feed off me
 Everyone, you know what I mean, I'm giving, they're giving back to me
 It's just giving receiving you know
 That's just wa' it's all about at the end of the day mate
 You know just give and receive
 Just try to be a yoga mate, you know
 Well I use to be, just the same way you use to be, all out stressed out
 Now get up and meditate for half an hour, you know
 And tha- and that's-, that's why my tunes are better that yours
 

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Duration
04:34
Key
4
Tempo
113 BPM

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