Dirty Dike - Alcoholic Tosser lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a self searching man, at least I thought I was in those days I'm okay I 'spose, but still I snort up loads of c**aine They say it's down to mistrust, abandonment and self-hate I stare 'em in the eye and cry to f** 'em if it felt great I struggle in myself, place a bubble built around my life And if I haven't been a part of nothing in my pounding mind Then f** it, I'll just sit within a grin and pick another time And distance in to mix the gin and substance in my f**ing life Cuz nothing knows the love inside, feel it but the valve is clocked Pissing out the liquids by the thousands to the fountain pots And none of your umbrellas could resist the muddy pounding drops With every dripping tear and all the shouting in this house I've locked So try breaking in and see how far your candle burns It's pitch black forever in this mountain of abandoned words Mismatching tenants in a crowded vegetated patch Staring at the rusty jerrycan again, now take a match [Hook] One simple weed smoking alcoholic tosser One little key opens up your options proper Stomp on the beat, talk sh** and down a vodka Stop living weak, own a house and see the doctor (X2) [Verse 2] Until the flames collapse I'm comforting the heat I know it takes a man to stab a drunkard to his feet But I'm tired, the crusade of facts has played a random help But who's brain is who's mate, I can't be arsed to slap myself It's never my fault, I've come to terms on my denial It seems to be the only thing to serve my custom of a smile The grief beneath the sober thing that burns enough to comfort Sid Before I'm rich and bubbling I'm eating out the f**ing bin So f** the normal way, with corners I'm just walking straight f** a spoon, f** a knife, I'm all about the fork to face I'm walking round my awkward mates that weep outside this doorstep And force stress deep inside a portion of my boring head I was pulled out with forceps, I didn't wanna leave the womb I didn't wanna see the truth, I didn't wanna breathe Cuz it's a disgusting, mistrusting dustbin we sit f**ed in Lusting for drug fixes, fix lusting nothing [Hook X2]