This Song Is About The 2017 Video Game Prey And Not About Famed Leicestershire Cricket Captain Ewart Astill

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Another day, another spin of the atlas Another day, another calendar page stacked up Pull myself up off the mattress, get changed Then make a cup of the black stuff I've had enough practise, practically captive A lab rat running laps, hapless Red eyed like rastas I'm either very tired or something's happened, disastrous The redder the sclera, the bigger the terror I regret, there's been a bit of clerical error I've been subjected to medical tests That have hyper-developed my genitals Jealous? [Verse 2] It's the genesis, fellas Neuromods To ride the punany, here me now Wish I had this earlier, it's criminal I could've lived as long with a willy this minimal Now, I'm enhancing my chances Of dancing with phantoms That haven't had a man that's as handsome Holding their sanctum, the mansion to ransom While humming the national anthem A panther run rampant from aft to foredeck Don't ask whats before Dec, it's "Ant and" Put on a Londoner accent And you can rhyme it with PJ and Duncan (Danke schön) Gang Starr, tailing prey Transtar, Bailey Jay Moby Dick on a Mobius Strip No whaling this way, sail away [Pre-Chorus] Sail away Sail away Sail away Sail away Sail away [Chorus] Talos One Floating in space Ballast, gone No hope in this place Phallus, dong Stop joking It's taking any remaining pathos Out of the song What a shameful waste [Verse 3] I told them to make it And they made it Probably nothing to do with me But never mind, I'll take it Never mind, I'll take it (Never mind, I-) Never mind, I'm Morgan Yu Who you talking to? Don't mind me I'm just sorting through resources To recycle a knife fork and spoon And I might leave you covered all in Gloo With shimmering shine like a morning dew You've been sleeping, haven't you? Dormez vous [Verse 4] Dark harvest, marvellous I'm a bastard, my style is fatherless Shout to Osiris, Joe Bananas Far from harmless when I go bananas Mad scientist, I'm not clothed in armor Do it Bruno Mars style, no pyjamas I'm that bloke in dramas Fulfilling the trope, hero protorgonist Forcing rhymes in broken english Like I'm twiddling the dial on a broken wireless Psychotronic science is quite horrid Take a Typhon and a siphon the life from it Now, we're surprised that they want to fight for it? It's an eye for an eye and mine's bollocks-ed So, now, I'm a fight-oholic Ready to bounce like a lowrider's hydraulics