King Krule - Bermondsey Bosom (Right) lyrics

Slipping into filth Lonely but surrounded A new place to drown Six feet beneath the moon He rose, the bloods**er Painting black and blue objects with projections of himself It was always about himself [?] inside, his guts twist Sits in the big smoke and thinks of her Me and you against the city of parasites Parasite, Paradise, Parasite, Paradise