The Streets - Trust Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Trust me Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh Or is the progress a process that's a natural people quest? Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind Branded neon red and blue flashes The view from the flats is nice I see Alice in Wonderland I see malice in Sunderland Mouse to house, I am this land The where without, it's Thumberland Smoke to a karma coma Jamaicans do yard aromas Shake Bacardi's and Coke and make me laugh and Trust me [Verse 2] So much stuff and many people The future is not evil The future is not fission It's simple, it's efficient Now that things are costing nothing Is any of it good? Come and love me, read my nothings Blogging river floods Dead plant planted on the window ledge Shadows dance, glint and blend Glance slow at the night outside I'm God in the game Sound rumbles in 5.1 round some corner to fight with guns Play God in games but nothing in Trust me [Hook] Dub step, club sweat, come get rubbed red Play the playlist Play the playlist I see Alice in Wonderland I see malice in Sunderland Mouse to house, I love this land The where without, it's Thumberland [Bridge] Do the wrong thing, joke it right Spurn the long tings and the fights For all the oil and the toil And the spoils of the royals We are nothing if not nice We are cuffing if we are wise Roll me up like a leafy spliff f** that, roll me up and Trust me [Verse 3] Why is there so much noise Reading info, buying toys We all fear of company But we are fierce anonymously Enter sh** on the internet Clashing people, chatting evil But we are cheery social sorts With the pleasing photo forward Pa** the love around and back to me Walking down a mad mad street The music in my ears is fleeting Struggle to shuffle to the same beat We are nothing if not nice We have a pretty bu*tered knife Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and strife Anything you tell me Yes, yes, I will believe But again and I suspect Again and I will leave Slow burn a little heaven Roaming yearnings for Devon Coburn '67 Don't work for them Trust me [Hook/Outro] Dub step, earth run, red club sweat Put up chests and freeze, freeze Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh Or is the progress a process that's a natural people quest