Toy's Story

You see now, Lausse
 You don't need drugs and alcohol to have fun
 Remember your days as a boy before the times of substance
 Or substances for that matter
 Remind yourself of a time when things were simpler
 And more innocent, perhaps
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 Once upon a time, in a place
 There lived a gang of boys who would barter with fate
 Pissed about, avoiding a start of a day
 When things get annoying like bills and low paid shifts
 Skipped class and aimed to go arsing about
 Nick beer from the nearest Tesco's around
 Fear nothing but a dear mother's pout
 So the fuckery would start just as soon as they left home
 Skate in a car park, chased by the guards
 Seeing no cinema scenes but this one is one
 Hella half arsed dickheads in an R coloured mimicking the
 On the checker of an oyster
 Make it two-five, you don't give us many choices
 Boisterous dim-witted boys on a loiter
 See me skip a class to engage myself in coitus
 Anyways, I digress, man
 (Yo, Lausse, get back to the point, man)
 Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bad
 We would skate car parks and go spray paint
 Get chased by guards, lob bricks at the trains
 Go squat rave weekly and try stay sane
 Seeing ODs, guns, stabs, and keys to the face
 So, I chant to myself, "Run, run when they sing
 Have fun fill your heart, doing dumb little things"
 Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
 Lausse fills the dark, doing scummy little things
 Bunch of devils found a funny place to breathe
 The ruins of a temple called Abandoned Factory
 They would spend their days there, pretend to climbing trees
 Stepping over some syringes, avoiding HIV
 See, the brats were back at it again
 Marking flags with the tip of their pens
 Skating on the rooftops, chilling 'til a huge chopper
 Came down and chased 'em right out of their den (fuck)
 And there, out of nowhere, to the rascals' disbelief
 Came a chopper flying at them, on the sides written, "Police"
 Run, run when they swing
 Feel the air as the blades from the helicopter sing
 Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
 Run fast though now, yo
 They thought quick then upped the pace, balaclava to the face
 Saying, "Sayonara" to the chopper seemed a bit irrational
 Blacka went full cannibal mode and tried to jump seven meters
 Devils simmered down and took the time to take a breather
 And figure out a plan (goddamn)
 "How the fuck we gonna lose a chopper, man?"
 (What happened next?)
 They start considering the seven-meter dimwit plan
 Once they start hearing sirens in the distance
 And I swear that I mean it when I say that, for an instant
 I envisioned my ass in the cell, then I snapped up, relaxed
 Put the cans in the back, gathered round, made a plan
 Counted to three, and we ran past the cars in the streets
 (Whoop-whoop, that's the sound of the police)
 Swoop-swoop, that's the sound of the ground against my feet
 As I whistle past the air and disappear into the alleyway
 Steer towards the underground, and hand of death the barricade
 The guy says, "Come back!", I said, "Do one"
 (Please mind the gap) fine, but please get a move on!
 See me get a tree powered train to the south
 Where I met with mates, and we partied in the house
 Eyes met with a girl
 Run, run when he sings
 See, he'll try to have your heart just to fill up on his own
 Done being chased by the piggies in the road
 Kitty's rush now comes from the vulnerable girls
 Careful, fuccbois on the loose