Isleham Swamp - Dirty Dike

Meet me at the swamp, round the back of the gas works in Isleham

I’ll be sat with a fat bird, reclining

I’ll be sitting there, six yards, sophisticated prison stare

Missing hair, spinning in my little shitty swivel chair

Counting lizards with a pig as if I didn’t care

How does he get away with talking shit like this it isn’t fair

Simply isn’t, yeah

You need to listen, where

Over there with all the victims and opinions, fair

Guest list, why

You look a bit depressed bitch

Hold my stack of lizards while I cellotape this death wish

Decorate the sass pit, celebrate with ten quid

Spend it on a rainy day on anything I’m friends with

Friends trip and get a bitch in the check quick

And act as if it wasn’t represented with death, shit

It’s never pressure, I’ll be there when the wrench splits

With everything you never left, kept in a shed, quick

Meet you at the spot that seems to exist in deep memory

Bring a pen to me and everything you’re tellin' me

I know I speak it so easily and cleverly

But please, your dream catcher doesn’t need to be the death, you see

At least capture your beliefs and head steadily

Forgettin', keep remembering, intelligence is never free

Don’t let that bitch ever question your integrity

I wanna say your name, but I don’t wanna be your enemy

She pens a question in my head and in my head it seems

She’s just another desperate thief

Please, I keep it blessed for my team

If you have to ask the question at the start, I guess you’ll never see

What’s the point in tryna pick apart a lever scene?

You can’t change a spitting heart and get a settled dream

Let it breathe is my message to most

And I ain’t tryna get dismissive, be possessive and boast

I’m just tryna make you wish it’s best better in hope

And you know, well, if that’s settled then I guess it’s a bloke that you know

It’s only back watchin' at a mount fort

I’ll snap a block fountain for that downpour