Contact Play - d**h Of A Prick lyrics

Let me tell you bout a certain bray Age 38 A grey work a day germ that you learn to hate He seen his future past Seen the moon and mars He never once seen the beauty of a shooting star Cause life was moving fast He would jog along He say he knew his path But he was often wrong He used to woff about freedom and honor lots Till he got a job tappin keys in an office block Chattin breeze to the sheep in a rotten flock got the boss naggin having peeks at his pocket watch Used to spit when he was minor Sickest in the cypher Now he's jiggling his hips to life's tick ticking timer Nit picking miser Thick skin conifer Kid he isn't wise as a dim witted iver still In the bar he would sip sip a cider Try spinning arm sickest silk from a spider But, he couldn't move for the chicken beak saliva Same picking a peck pecking the pickled peter piper Swim deep or diva sh** gripped his mind, he pick picked a wife now the prick beats and bites her His dick wriggling inside her he has a kid Down to the same bra** habits of that protagonist Man he stayed average Said he was a pacifist Yeah still kept a jackhammer handy on some aggy sh** Man he hasn't lived A tat a pack of fibs Shuffled and dealt with A manufactured ma**acist Yeah son he was selfish Huggin a checklist The sun ticked sun kissed summers become blitz It done nothing but life's basic requirements Wasted as time straight faced in the silence Basically mindless Faithfully misled Pisshead Grade A's hazy and misspent Caked in a thick stench of hatred and sick stress Sensors of grim chest pain as the sh** spread sh** went wrong He's kissin d**hs feet up Screamin I ain't finished yet Isn't d**h sweet bruv? It's the story of a brar I never knew I'm just sure he isn't me I'm just sure he isn't me son Deep ones Sleep till the dream's done