Lyrics

My front step, had gone midnight Overhead, pinprick stars emit a dim light Watch a late worker scuttle home in his pinstripes The single time I take the space to think right So I'm smoking Blowing smoke rings at the world in general London in particular, the town I'm settled in Where definitions blur and the roots of history are disinterred By rushed spirit driven urgent by the desire to finish first Big smoke; I add my little cloud to it Standing on the Brixton curb, addled by the loud music Playing in my skull, desirе to perform Astonish an audience, a firе in a storm cup But I'm needing calm, hashish is my needle in the arm It's a fact that I breathe deeper when the balm hits Not gods, but plasticine people from the tar pits Clod brains, not conceiving of the vastness We'll not change We'll not stop till we end the same way we came Chaos and incomprehension, the big bang I add my little sound to it I sing positive when I get around to it I think I am a good man, but I'm not sure yet Wrapped in a jacket and a towel on the doorstep Earning pay package from the vowels in my quartet Hooting at the moon with the owls til the dawn sets Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong They tell me pain makes for good writing Great days and neighbourhood violence Razorblades and military mindsets I'm sick and I'm tired of it I revel in my indifference Spending my time with kiddies from all walks of life And I miss it, never denied the plain fact: I ain't black and I'm middle class Fed up of guys that change act And some play track to spin a bar Rappers stabbing everything in sight is uninspiring Saying they handle more long hose than firemen [Working sights?] there, there, they aren't prepared For the fact that if you act hard, you miss the fun of the fair And deep depression, I'm doing the Lambada in my underwear In the freezer section, with a finger puppet on my erection Release the pressure like you'd lifting lead If you're gifted, it's sufficient No need to play the victim, Tim Or turn the crucial fact to cruci-fiction I'm through the bitching, do whatever you do to fit in, but stay Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong, bright Step with all my pride screwed on tight Check I'm just like you; I'm not right In the noggin, but I persevere Spanners in my engine but I'm managing, pretending I am Strong