Top Songs By Dirty Dike
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dirty Dike
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Webb
Komponist:in
James Walton
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sat in a car park doing lighter gas in year eight
Didn't like the maths that we're made to learn
And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate)
So I sat by the side of the train tracks
Late at night and each day (Each day)
I supply the unique that you want
You supply the cliche
Stupid in the face, using the space in the room
Shootin' a stake in the womb
You could see my cape in the moon
You could be in space in a suit
And still feel a little bit of hate from the tune
Taking the piss, taking the landfill site full of shit
Breakin' the ribs, breaking the crib
Breakin' the train yard, naked and paint on my dick
[Verse 2]
Yeah, don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here, always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out to many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' around, gas about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
[Verse 3]
Yeah, don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here, always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out to many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' around, gas about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
[Verse 4]
Roll up, roll up, roll up
Two for one, and point seven on a weekday
Two foot skank with the devil on your shoulder blade
The boy's clever on a replay, DJ, DJ
Please, mate, how you're gonna come with that shit you cat shit?
I ain't gonna teach you to behave so I go paint
Stuffin' the tins in a bag
Love's on a singular plan
Love's a ridiculous slag
Pumpin' my fist in the air
For the drugs in my system and damn
I don't wanna spend my life in the pig house
I don't wanna smell like ham
I don't wanna slut with a big mouth fuckin' about with my plans
Love for the gang, thrusting my nuts in the lamb
Man, I just come with a bang
Jump and I land, slump when I'm drunk and I stand
Man, it's just something I am
I don't give a fuck, I'm the man
Fuck tons of drugs in a bag
Punchin' your mum and your dad, man
Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Snatch the mic from your hand
[Verse 5]
Yeah, don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here, always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out to many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' around, gas about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
[Verse 6]
Yeah, don't worry about the time
It's permanent midnight around here, always
Skets hanging out in the hallways
Scooped out to many gourmet sorbets
Why talk like your claws ain't corn flakes
Goin' around, gas about your bait court case
All day, all day, all day
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
Written by: David Webb, James Walton