[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