I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.
Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene.
And he can see a Wednesday morning like others see Friday night.
It's all an open book, it's just how you vandalise.
A double on the shirttail while the rest of us split on the seams.
He talks about Art Blakey and I pretend to know what he means..
So now it's three gigs a night while your girl digs up the UAE.
And burn up like a matchstick, the whole damn city can see.
Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do
The sun caught me hiding just enough for someone to see
My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands cracking through the grit in my teeth
So when did you decide that there's only so much you can lose?
The best choices come just when there's nothing left to choose
Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do
So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
'cause it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune
Yeah and hit while I sit here on my hands measuring compliments with a spoon
And I'm never too far away.
I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.
Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene.
