Mud Sun - Fried Rice lyrics

You know We're comin' to get ya We're comin' to get fried rice You know It'll never be the same Never be the same Oh no no You know We're comin' to get ya We're comin' to get fried rice You know It'll never be the same Never be the same Oh no All the rain dogs have come to shake off the street sound Rave off the rain fog let the fools steam out Some of them beach bound some run for West St Heads full of spare change wallets with confetti Pockets with the reddy's that keep the city pretty The spare cash that beats the sea back and keeps the police busy 'Cause if it weren't for drunk disorder Brighton would be surely drowning in salt water and budget board ordered As it is We're the mecca for letting hair down Come ride the carousel and join the fair ground A powder shot of soma in this candy floss city Where they say the drinkers come to practice animosity And a teenager dressed as a man can watch titties and talk totty Where a crotch costs a grand, it's not for free It's in the hand of gangsters who are expanding their monopoly From the strip club to the hippie cafe across the street It's all part of the fun, the fun has become a commodity Like the square full of sun and beach front properties “Honestly, Neil, it's so bohemian” But that type of freedom comes at a costly premium And Simon says that it's a hard logic He gets less for forty hour weeks and selling narcotics From his front room to kids from London 'Cause Brighton's where you go not where you come from No Your paper wings are faded man You're flying too close to the sun Hey when spring comes early I'll be there The way the night weighs upon my shoulders Oh no no 'Cause we're coming to get ya We're comin' to get fried rice You know It'll never be the same Never be the same Oh No I said we're comin' to get ya We're comin' to get fried rice You know It'll never be the same Never be the same I was soaring over a cultural desert of false pleasures On a pair of stolen wings made from beeswax and vulture feathers I could barely hold them together When I came to a baron ocean and entered this oasis of Arizona weather Alternating with rains wetter than Amazonian rivers And I found shelter there with the local rebels Who entertained themselves by experimenting with their serotonin levels On pebble beaches Before descending into the nether regions of the hills Dressed in leather breaches, necking pills like Skittles In the steamiest dens of s**ual deviants Ready to pledge allegiance to nothing less than pleasure seeking Yes, a festive ethos infected them every weekend And this bohemian mecca needed a network Of creative musicians, MCs and Djs for entertainment The kind of place where the nightlife is just as vital as the fire brigade Where a guy can ply his trade live on stage In front of a bunch of primates with deep fried brains And Hey! I can relate to the desire to change your mindstate every night Wake up with a migraine and the next day try it again So I stayed in Brighton for quiet some time Mostly because I like the way the locals play this rhyme game But I was never quite native to this tribal oasis Just an honorary adopted member So I left them to the onslaught of winter Confident that liberty is something they will not surrender You Know We're comin' to get ya We're comin' to get fried rice You know It'll never be the same Never be the same Oh no no We're comin' to get ya We're comin' to get fried rice You know It'll never be the same Never be the same Oh no I am here So I hear But I feel I'm not near Then I'm gone So so long You know time just stumbles on And once I leave I can breath Tuck some cards under my sleeve And then Baby when I get back I'll let you know