Ball Park Music - Coming Down lyrics

The chefs are in the alleyway throwing down They're high on PCP when I'm around They don't recall a thing or their favourite meal Til they are coming down You smack me in the eyes and take my sight You cut my world in half, baby you're my knife I bag a lazy spine I can take my life When I am coming down When I am coming down When I am coming down You amputate my hands and they grow back As phantoms to replace the world I had I'm too lazy to invent a brand new myth When I am coming down The scenery of saints in stained-gla** walls You get a little badge and you stand tall You're knee-deep in the sh** of suburban sprawl And you are coming down Oh you are coming down Oh you are coming down So s** the monophonic noise and golden hits They write them in two seconds, it's a piece of piss I let a little laugh slip from my lips When I am coming down Yeah I am coming down Oh I am coming down You've got a soft spot for hard stuff You've got a soft spot for hard stuff You've got a soft spot for hard stuff And you are coming down Yeah you are coming down Oh you are coming down