Prangin' Out - The Streets

There’s voices talking to me, this ain’t even funny

(The iron’s been on in my house for four fucking weeks)

I see through you, I’m about to do something stupid

I dare say why my manager got lairy and smacked me

These headaches are getting unbearably nasty

Staring at the crack work, looking scary with my brandy

The rock 'n' roll cliche walked in and then smacked me

Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear

I do a line, but then panic and feel a bit prang’d

So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease off the panic

Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad

Snort more tour support, and then have a drink

The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging

The only reason I started this was to deal me a laughing

The only reason I started this was to deal me a laughing

You’re pranging out, I see through you

There’s voices talking to me, this ain’t even funny

I see through you, I’m about to do something stupid

The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now

I know she’s thinking she’s a bit frightened somehow

I don’t think she realised why I’d invited her back to my house

I don’t want anyone to see me like this right now

All sorts of thoughts rolling back in my eyes

I’ve been a poor sport, thoughts dance in my mind

A banging headache, dancing prang’d by their side

Dancing with the pictures from the past of my life

I don’t remember any of what I just thought at all

The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all

Panicking a bit, getting frightened of fuck all

So, nursing my bruise, I drink right from the bottle

I don’t want anyone I know to see me like this

My fibs in single became lies in lists

She’s gonna sell-tell no doubt, fuck it

I’m not gonna start drinking, no, I can’t for now

You’re pranging out, I see through you

There’s voices talking to me, this ain’t even funny

I see through you, I’m about to do something stupid

My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep

Before the prang, this pain was to dawn on me

Around the time I was sketching, trying to con some sleep

And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here

I must have flaked while I inputted, waging loads more

'Cause I staked on bookings, way to total score

Why do I break my rules not to wager anymore?

I’d flaked on the bookings and majorly totalled on the score

I’ve got a simple problem, but my mind’s spinning out

I remembered the website between the wine and the stout

The rush of fear made me forget how fucked I’d been

This time I’m drying my eyes and a fucking nose bleed

Turning my phone off when my promo bloke phones me

Evaded for it getting nasty when my manager

When he only beat me

I threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heated

He said, «Sort your life out», as he punched me over to my feet

You’re pranging out, I see through you

There’s voices talking to me, this ain’t even funny

I see through you, I’m about to do something stupid

You’re pranging out, I see through you

There’s voices talking to me, this ain’t even funny

I see through you, I’m about to do something stupid

Right now, logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide

With rational thought, it would seem that I need not to be

Doing the stuff that makes death seem like an easier option

I need a totally trojan plan right now

I see through you