Killer Instinct

Lyrics

[Verse 1] And I'm quoting, I'm having trouble coping Doctor told me to just, "Double up the dosage" Muddled up in a bundle of emotion Insignificant a puddle in the ocean Guzzling the potion, drowning my sorrow We're gonna be sober tomorrow But I'm still holding the bottle Waddle in my step Windswept, flat air-bubble in my crepe Supertramp, champion vagrant See me passed-out face down on the pavement Stressed out, how the cheque bounced on the payment Tears of a clown now, that's entertainment! The beauty of true intuition The grand ambition of a musician's mission Another stupid decision I've got the glass slipper, now who's the shoe fitting? [Chorus] He got the killer instinct Nose in the air like your shit don't stink Old flame, or a brand new link? Poison pen letter the venom in the ink He got the killer instinct Nose in the air like your shit don't stink Old flame, or a brand new link? Poison pen letter the venom in the ink [Verse 2] Wasteman tendency, see me getting lean off Why ain't I achieving everything that I dreamed of? Paradox walking, poppycock talking Corporate endorsing, depleted endorphin supply Wiping the tear from my eye The sky is the limit but I'm fearful to fly An earful of hype, head full of doubts Lungs full of Thai, now my head's in the clouds Feet on the ground, ankle-deep in the gutter Still kick the lid off the paint-pot, let the colour spill Hotline to the Devil, let's cut a deal? Racking my grill, got me begging for buttermilk I guess it's deep in my DNA Baby-girl was the Darth Vader of T&A So now everyday I'm faded off E&J Chasing the grief away, it doesn't have to be this way! [Chorus] He got the killer instinct Nose in the air like your shit don't stink Old flame, or a brand new link? Poison pen letter the venom in the ink He got the killer instinct Nose in the air like your shit don't stink Old flame, or a brand new link? Poison pen letter the venom in the ink [Verse 3] Insane; send him to a shrink Better yet, just get him a drink Just give him a second, let him think Tracks in-sync, pull himself back from the brink Nothing new about being skint, King Blue skins Uphill climb, brand new Timbs Penthouse suite, back to the twins Hang up the gloves, B, I'm back in the ring