I Like My Nights Dark

I have been mean, petty, unjust, sinful, vicious, horrible

I have been mean

They were babies in the crèche

Trying to weld their heads together like

Street corner gimps trying to sell their flesh for leather

They spent the summer sweating in December weather

Trying to line the pockets of their barely breathing debt collector

Treat every animal as a fungal disease

I filed every lost year as a smudge on my jeans

I walked past a beggar clutching his knees

Plump tear ducts like a swelling pustule that bleeds

He ate his corpse and caught a virus

I chewed through the city with these reinforced incisors

I absorbed the drivers

Crimson gums stuffed with titanium

Flicking through my future like an uninterested alien

Cradling my cranium

Wrapped around a cheap floozy

The star of every under budget B-movie

I sat still and let this liquor eat through me

Guzzling your envious intentions in a clean sploogie

I like my nights dark

I like my streets empty

Every alleyway's my bitch

When I'm walking through the bits

Got the bricks, fiend with envy

I like my nights dark

And I like my streets empty

Every alleyway's my bitch

When I'm walking to my crib

Until the pigs fucking get me

Me and death on a stretch pad

Petrol in the air when I rev

We met desperate

I was selling dead leopards in debt

He said

I sell telly, spell letters and yes

Repel any help cleverly

Respect it and jet

We gelled steadily

Propelling like his cloak in the wind

I'd tell you everything I know if I could only begin

Stroking his chin

Stopping as I hop off the back

Knots in my back

That's where I got my hospital swag

Osteopath

Doctors couldn't stop what I have

Bad posture, mad lust

A sad slob and I'm glad

Another record I'll be stuck in your brain

Money and fame can suck a fucking bucket of paint

I place love and courage well above a thumb in the cake

And hate coming up as nothing but a fucking disgrace

Mistake mugging

Defenestrate your twenty fake cousins

With a getaway truck to make whatever say something

And I've still got bulls to break

Walls to paint

A stack of Mister C beats for Poole to take

You stay small while I'm smacking off a dream that we share

Beat with a snare

It doesn't even seem like I care

Teeth of a bear

Penis made of Jesus' hair

When I speak I kick freeze to the squeak of my chair

Beast of the lair

Diamond with a chip of the dirt

Deserved every bit of prison that he did and he served

Split with his bird

At first being single was worse

But then he figured his existence in a singular word

He kept a secret like a kid on a graft charge

Act hard

Screaming with a gram and a cash card

Splat scars, fat slappers, anger and crashed cars

Adam's apple ragged as the back of a slapped arse

I like my nights dark

I like my streets empty

Every alleyway's my bitch

When I'm walking through the bits

Got the bricks, fiend with envy

I like my nights dark

And I like my streets empty

Every alleyway's my bitch

When I'm walking to my crib

Until the pigs fucking get me

Neenah nee-fucking-nah

Vroom vroom

Hundred mile an hour jam sandwich brigade

Catch the catcher chaser chasing you

Yeah, yeah

From the city where the thick fog lingers

Treating every borough like a pissed off mistress