TOY CARS 64

toy cars 64

Ever ready, never heavy with reddies
Heavy wears the crown, king of the teddies
Scatty like the scart lead missing from the telly
Fuzzy, funny, no money living on tick

Credit facilities facilitate a feeling of bliss
Living in the moment, moment to moment
The futures my opponent and I’m ducking his fist
He hits harder than a father with sadistic kicks

I want a simplistic fix, for complicated shit
a cake without the calories a house without the bricks
Expect six consistently roll two’s, choose
life like they want you two without a Scooby-Doo

Who are you? Who am I? Why lie about your views?
Right left left right, I feel confused
But I’ll keep on marching through the marshes of this stew
Survive like the Irish do, Like the fighters do

In a Field of Athenry, trying to write my point of view
But I feel don’t belong so I play my little tune
Fiddler on the Roof getting loose on the booze
He’s got a pen, phone the boys in blue he’s danger too

Bounce like a kangaroo destined for dog food
Bitten off more than I can chew choking on my thoughts
Curse on my own fork, belly full of raw pork
Think big like pig-bladder to big sport

One foot in the grave mud on my Air Max
No dirt on my name when I declare tax
My returns could fit in a slim bum-bag
Fun fact been a dreamer since Fun Fax

Looking out the window scribble in the condensation
A little dick and balls to stifle the conversation
Nothing like good gawp followed a big yawn
So bored with school it spawned my frustration

It, sent my imagination into overdrive
Did overtime nightime when I couldn’t sleep
I’d lay awake thinking about what people thought of me
As if they had to time, they were rearing Tamagotchi’s

Swinging with the sea monkeys swimming in the forest
Monkey see monkey do in the zoo with all the ‘wronguns
Graduated with honours now I’m a scholar
Ayatollah intolerant of tolerance honest your honour

Looking in the mirror, one of life’s beginners a
Wonna be clinical finisher, Shearer or Lineker
Minus the Twitter platitudes alluding to grandstand
On the bandstand, filling space full of filler

Allow DIY cos I’M CDIM
Can’t do it myself unless you want a shelf bent
I’m hell-bent on doing my own head in
Trying to use the drill on the wrong setting

Where’s it heading? Where’s it going? I don’t know
My five-year-plan became a five-month-plan
Became a five-minute-plan about five minutes ago
And I’ve already deviated like a teen with a phone

On the low trying to figure it out, so hold it down
Should’ve it figured by now, better late than never
still dreaming about putting gutters in trees and
Racing toy cars to the botto, bollox to Tesler

Or driving the volks train on Brighton sea front
Back and forth talk sh*t, thicker than tree trunks
Repeat like BBC re-runs
Who cares? Long as there as air up in these lungs

These times these hive minds are re-fried
They lack beans and dreams that got nine-fived
Walked outside and hi-fived my hindsight
Made peace and walked towards a bright light