I'm just a listener a passenger to Nirvana,
As my feet walk halls on souls made in China.
Nevermind the specifics just entertain us,
My Verve always has a "Lucky Man" ready 2 blame us.
There's always been something in the way,
N I hope Lucifer guesses the nature of his game.
It's a Babyshambles of a Shotters Nation,
Pale white girls queuing outside disused power stations.
So just come as you are whether a friend or an enemy,
I swear I don't have a gun just sat ready under my knee.
Coz I'm just an outcast and n anarchist,
I've never been just like the other kids.
So try 2 cut my legs off like King Kunta,
Just don't say I share bars like a prisoned punta.
N Fuck Forever if you don't mind,
Its all one n the same n my eyes R not blind.
My ears are bleeding sound like the creep I am,
A man in a can, imprisoned roasting like ham.
But I'm so happy coz today I've finally found my friends,
They're in my head so I'm on a path 2 a lithium end.
I just playback the sounds that always deliver me,
A quiet sense of meaning in a world that will never be.
A place I can truly share my feelings,
So I'm just a sucker 4 drips of sound 2 give me some meaning.
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