Lyrics

[Verse 1] The world's spinning, it feels like a movie Blues playing but it still don't move me Still bunnin' and I still get boozy Mind state; livin' on the edge with a uzi Psyched-out nights, on a clean-up with Lucy 'Medusa-eyes'ed, stone heart till ya noose me Life can direct me, pain can produce me Strange how the blame for your thoughts will seduce me And it's strange how it rains on a Sunday Running into struggles on the runway Late night walker Have a couple drinks as I hustle with the corner Sharp еyed thoughts; pure trauma Four corners, four winds; forеsaw ya on the border Malice on ya face, nuttin' shorter Alice up in chains, but me suttin' the water, yeah? ['Ear?] the pain, and the pain's universal That's my life everyday, no rehearsals Drug games crumble in a cocaine frenzy Whole game sent me in a hole that was empty Buried in the sentiment of yesterday's memories In the cemetery of timeless deceptions Time is the keep from a mindless perception How many devils can you send, was the question Good Lord, how the answers hit heavenly [Verse 2] The world's spinning, it feels like a movie Blues playing but it still don't move me I till bunnin' and I still get boozy Mind state suttin' like a red hot ruby Dosed up, looking like the ghost of an orphan Trials of a wild man drowned in proportions Trials of precaution Pissing in the winds of misfortune Anybody think and I torch 'em People that are evil sit and string together reasons For believing there's a meaning to the schemes and their evil ways Trying not to let them see my face As I fall from space See them smiling as I fall from grace Never mind, I manage with a call from faith Banging at my door, reuniting my with morning's taste Another night smoking friends to the filter I never drank a drink that I wouldn't come and spill yuh The world's spinning, it feels like a movie Blues playing but it still don't move me I sit bunnin' and I still get boozy Mind state's taken to a face looking moody [Bridge] Hey! Street's going one way I'm in a muddle in the middle of the runway They got a thing they love saying up Slumway ''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday'' Hey! The street goes one way In a muddle in the middle of the runway They got a thing they love saying up Slumway ''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday'' Hey! The street goes one way In a muddle in the muddle of the runway They got a thing they love saying 'round Slumway ''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday'' [Verse 3] Seeing daemons in a state of art Finding it difficult to take apart And I ain't saying this to break her heart But I got off to a shaky start Through a window, watching money, time and life pass Not materials, it's people who define class Magnified in a fine glass of treachery The same thing that binds you up is gonna set you free And a soul Ain't never gonna section me How many devils could you send, was the question Good Lord How the answer hit heavenly There's a thing they love saying up Slumway ''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday'' (haha)