d**hboy - String Theory lyrics

We were 24 minutes outside Enfield when the d** kicked in D to the E to the A-T-H Boy f**ing with your readin' like book of Tolstoy insisting on your conscience like a nicotine addiction pushing out my problems like a terminal affliction I'm wrecking ‘cos I'm buzzing with my introspection, cussing I have to shout loud ‘cos the dissonance is crushing Once again, the Reverend Eris is back again With his head in the speaker stack again On the mic, talking all that crap again Asking you all to cut me slack again Still searching for the unified theory of Me Still rolling with the 23 With my head in the clouds Far away from the malady clouds Never gonna be all the things that I wanna be I keep engendering a deficit of empathy but when I'm rollin with my boys from the wasp factory I know I gotta put my confidence in 23 I did my own head in and now I'm gonna do yours kicking our psychology and laughing at our flaws and all the alcohol is bleeding out from the pores and all the Line-out haters, well you're gonna get yours Known to my parents as Mark Firman You didn't know I could rap, but now you're learning About all the bridges that I'm burning I never kick it off I never get involved I never realise it never did get solved One, two, I'm not like you Three, four, on the cold, hard floor, Five, six, with a tough remix