Danny Joey - The Filth lyrics

[Verse 1] So – the day starts, I hit the skate park Straight like napalm, another late laugh Sitting gives me arse ache, remaining in a calm state It's coming up to half 8 and I still can't skate One minor slip can be one major mistake I see Bottles in the ceiling like grip to the tape-Still Chilling on the half-pipe, got rollerblades and sunshine BMXs, no Xs, having a good time We kick back, relax and open up a can of whoop-a** And snap our hands back as the a**a**ins attack Wheelie bin by the ramp for a 520 melon grab A tenner to any man who combines a nose manual land I hear Wu-Tang Clan: Protect Ya Neck Makes me think of sun-cream, like the heat is the threat 4 bearings and 2 trucks for 1 solid deck Plus spray paint and stickers just outta respect [Chorus] Good times and good rhymes with nice guys at night time Front side crooked-grinds bless my eye-sight, I Love the graffiti, the women in bikinis The booze, b**bs and BBQs as skaters move freely Creating memories with love, respect and peace Women, men and kids be like ‘f** Da Po-lice!' Half-decent weather plus a half pipe equals heaven Baggy jeans means just means we're shredding the denim [Verse 2] Now we're older and responsible, working boring jobs Long-gone are the days of fun and the running from cops The abandoned factories that we used to smash up The crazy nights camping and the Hopwas Woods When you're young you think you love your very first crush Like the way I used to say, "I'll never touch d**" I used to go home to the PlayStation and smash it on Tony Hawk's Collecting the secret-tapes, combos, skates and boards Now kids' minds are inside computers Lacking imagination; making the brain useless No-one knows the pros from the promoted popular Opposing to composing explosive opera Because of the plastic marketer they're distracted by a blockbuster And this is why versatile ain't recognised by the commoner Regardless of industry, this theory applies Charmers of imagery get instantly put aside So appreciate art regardless of its form Separating sk**s apart before you judge short But back to the skate park: it starts translate dark It breaks my heart to have to part but I'm only going ‘til tomorra [Chorus] x2 Good times and good rhymes with nice guys at night time Front side crooked-grinds bless my eye-sight, I Love the graffiti, the women in bikinis The booze, b**bs and BBQs as skaters move freely Creating memories with love, respect and peace Women, men and kids be like ‘f** Da Po-lice!' Half-decent weather plus a half pipe equals heaven Baggy jeans means just means we're shredding the denim