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Cheese and Whiskers

Verse 1
Twenty two on a Tuesday rocking loose leaf.
Salivating chasing after groupies doesn’t amuse me.
I hate the lyrics I choose and so I lose sleep,
Either that or off aloof with my music.
You figured me wrong, I figured it out, and then I fingered your mum for two figs and a cow.
I knew that transaction wouldn’t amount to shit, so I filmed it on camera and selled it on disk.
I’m just kidding, jokes designed to make me smile and laugh while I’m in the vengeful eyes of God.
Piss you off, because myself is all I’ve got,
You can’t comprehend it yet in a minute cause a sinister plot; to call him on things he has Not done and Not said.
Crueler are rumours than hot tongues and clenched fists.  
So the damage is done and Elvis has left the building, I guess dealing with dickheads can give you mental illness. 


Chorus
I don’t care that much for love,
And I don’t care that much for myself. 
Life hits a roundabout,
When I lose hope I lose my head.

Don’t change, it’s out of bounds.
I don’t give a fuck about myself
And all I’ve thought about, 
Just seems to send me downhill. 


Verse 2
Sometimes talking about nothing, still beats not talking at all.
Inside we’re all suffering, turn around and blame it on each other.
I know it’s not fair, they’re gone and we’re still here. 
In truth we’re nothing, time spent is all we have. 



Chorus
I don’t care that much for love,
And I don’t care that much for myself. 
Life hits a roundabout,
When I lose hope I lose my head.

Don’t change, it’s out of bounds.
I don’t give a fuck about myself
And all I’ve thought about, 
Just tends to send me downhill.



Verse 3


I lost my girl, I lost my whole entire world, I watched the flames I watched them twirling set to burn myself again. 
Although I tried, one more time I left me behind me, Sick of feeling, sick of trying, time to lose can’t comprehend.
And though I see the bitter shell you’ve left of me I drink the whiskey to drown my grieving, hit the bottle I hit my knees.
And when I dream, all those thoughts can be deceiving, I don’t know what to believe in, rip my soul  and grit my teeth.



Chorus
I don’t care that much for love,
And I don’t care that much for myself. 
Life hits a roundabout,
When I lose hope I lose my head.

Don’t change, it’s out of bounds.
I don’t give a fuck about myself
And all I’ve thought about, 
Just tends to send me downhill.


two figs and a cow (Phone recording)

oldie.

My life consists of sustenance
sleep, awake with no common sense.
I waste my time on the internet
confidence will only get you so far.
I'm broke with no job I can't afford a home, get a loan and you're stuck.
and all the fucking dollars that they told me I'm gonna get well I haven't seen a penny yet I'm down to my last buck.
Call me Mr Anti-Hannibal Lecter I've got a samurai sword but I'm down to protect you
and a bunch of phone calls to my Mum from detectives saying your son is long gone and that kid is a menace but..

Oh, really!
Justin I've gotta say
You've really done gone out did it
Thinking you could play it that way
No I won't be sweating it 
I'll be running away somehow
From words I said I meant then 
but now it's 'just get out!' 'just get out!'

I'm not insane just crazy, maybe lazy
sick of all the time I've wasted with these fakers
making naked conversation for their pay slips, 
wait where'd I park my fucking spaceship 
they're deranged chasing after greatness
All racist burdened by their faces
no I'll never pick an idol from an A list
and shit now I'm feeling pretty fucking wasted
white smoke on a white page add fire set stage in the middle of a red light daze, fuel rage by the chains that they sling around my waist 
switch blades they stay sharp in hazy mid March.
Hey dickhead, you should sue tic-tac
they stole the design of what's in your dick sack,
you keep on whining, oh where are your kids at
while some guys out dining with your missus
Fuck that shit you lost your job and paid for it by blaming kids, wives and mistresses and now you can't define what turned your whole life to shit your mind it gets caught up in all this bitter angriness
and maybe this a test and I should thank you for the pain because without this twisted head I wouldn't house my fucking brain, I'm as lame as I am a loose cannon, knew that since two and I've got a screw working loose too goo boom like Bruce Banner 
A cool manner but sadder demeanor means intergalactical travel ain't an impossible feat 
and with the blink of an eyelid or grit of your teeth can't even believe in what you're seeing when you witness me being 

Oh, really!
Justin I've gotta say
You've really done gone out did it
Thinking you could play it that way
No I won't be sweating it 
I'll be running away somehow
From words I said I meant then 
but now it's 'just get out!' 'just get out!'
 

MistaViktor

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