Alcoholic Tosser - Dirty Dike

I’m a self searching man, at least I thought I was in those days

I’m okay I 'spose, but still I snort up loads of cocaine

They say it’s down to mistrust, abandonment and self-hate

I stare 'em in the eye and cry to fuck 'em if it felt great

I struggle in myself, place a bubble built around my life

And if I haven’t been a part of nothing in my pounding mind

Then fuck it, I’ll just sit within a grin and pick another time

And distance in to mix the gin and substance in my fucking life

Cuz nothing knows the love inside, feel it but the valve is clocked

Pissing out the liquids by the thousands to the fountain pots

And none of your umbrellas could resist the muddy pounding drops

With every dripping tear and all the shouting in this house I’ve locked

So try breaking in and see how far your candle burns

It’s pitch black forever in this mountain of abandoned words

Mismatching tenants in a crowded vegetated patch

Staring at the rusty jerrycan again, now take a match

One simple weed smoking alcoholic tosser

One little key opens out your options proper

Stomp on the beat, talk shit and down a vodka

Stop living weak, own a house and see the doctor

Until the flames collapse I’m comforting the heat

I know it takes a man to stab a drunkard to his feet

But I’m tired, the crusade of facts has played a random help

But who’s brain is who’s mate, I can’t be arsed to slap myself

It’s never my fault, I’ve come to terms on my denial

It seems to be the only thing to serve my custom of a smile

The grief beneath the sober thing that burns enough to comfort Sid

Before I’m rich and bubbling I’m eating out the fucking bin

So fuck the normal way, with corners I’m just walking straight

Fuck a spoon, fuck a knife, I’m all about the fork to face

I’m walking round my awkward mates that weep outside this doorstep

And force stress deep inside a portion of my boring head

I was pulled out with forceps, I didn’t wanna leave the womb

I didn’t wanna see the truth, I didn’t wanna breathe

Cuz it’s a disgusting, mistrusting dustbin we sit fucked in

Lusting for drug fixes, fixed lost in nothing