[Verse 1: Mr Key]
I guess it must've been the booze that had me muddled and confused
Nothing much to lose
Why you staring at your shoes?
You ain't gonna' find the answers that your looking for
I dunno what I'm looking for, I'll tell you when I found it
Doubtless it will be a she, eyes twinkle just for me
I tried thinking on my feet and done a faceplant
What a strange dance
I dance out of time
How am I? Well I'm fine, merry Christmas and happy New Year to all you b**hes
I guess that you don't see what I see but it is what it is kids
Dip the litmus
Hydro chloride, burn, baby, burn take your place and wait your turn
In a queue for the end of the earth beside the fire with the lazy yawn and played the pied piper at the gates of dawn
I'll see you when you get there
If you ever get there
[Verse 2: Mr Key]
I
Sing for my sins and dig my suppers out the bins
It's been a Brothers Grimm fairy-tale end from the begins
When no one wins except the kings up in the counting house
How about the down and outs? Forget that
Strap a sunny day to my jet-pack
See you when I get back
If I ever get back
Drifting in a jet-black conscious stream
Charged-up
Clawing at forgotten dreams
Picking at the past with crippled tongues inside my rotten teeth, (please)
You can't afford to pay the ferry-man
The cost to cross the borders of the hell I span to heaven damn
Forever catch the second hand and beg it for forgiveness
I guess that you don't see what I see but it is what it is kids
Risky business as usual, beautiful beautiful beautiful
Ugly Duckling, The Musical
[Verse 3: Mr Key]
I
Scribble just so, stories with a scuff coat
She let the best of love go, but left him with enough hope
To keep him on this dumb road trucking like Stobart
Eddy with the broke heart, heart's what you lack Miss
Heart, that's some hard sh** to practice
Got it or you don't, and you don't (no you don't)
Was it hard on your own? Did your heart turn to stone?
Well I guess that you never should've f**ed with the Gorgon
Moron
My baby all gone
She makes it all gone
It's all gone wrong
This is your song, it's my song, it's our song
We dug a shallow grave just to dance on
I apologize, I beg your pardon
If truth be told you don't deserve these words
Please, don't take it personal if verses hurt
Key and Greenwood, lurking with the early birds
To catch the worms you dig
Spinning like a wirly gig
Everybody wanna be the cat but you ain't [?]
Kezza keep them fat ladies singing 'till the curtain's ripped
To bits
And you don't see how I see but
That doesn't mean that it isn't what it is yeah
It is what it is kids
Risky business
Ugly Duckling, The Musical
Beautiful
Beautiful