I got it in me, feed it
I got it in me, keep it
I got it in me
I was a missing kid
Till I was twelve
Spiky pie for plucky kid
I laugh out loud and loud
Loud enough to bleed
"Wake up!
Or I'm gonna throw you out!"
Pigs in line
It could be me need that plot
It could be you feed that zealot
Sense my freeze-dried pact fact
Tense your palsy, close to wheezy
Where's blear fear?
Diktat in my bloody head
Free peak freak
It could be me paste that dead
It could be you waste that bread
Catch my boots run away to misplay
Its gunplay
Where's clear tear?
Diktat in my bloody head
Check out inside, just in case
Diktat in my bloody head
I got it in me, feed it!
I got it in me, keep it!
I got it in me
I was a missing kid
Till I was twelve
Take a stimulus, frisky!
It tastes too sweet
Hundreds of missing
With hands on tails still