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• Artiste: Pete Doherty
• Titre: Prangin' Out
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Dear Mick, must I be thick? Or a prick and a half to be so daft to doubt When I know that I'm in the full close to head throes of darkest prang Within, out, you, me, rhyme and reason are All wildly out of season and it's spineless treason The kingship that allows the violent silence Always babbling in my attempt at verse But it is pranging out, for which I'm gonna do a verse It seems I can withstand the prang and get it together to sing, as I once sang Drink in the real gang Flick the twang we sang a song Sad as sin on a pirate ship on dry land [chorus] [spoken]Lead Bilo to the mournful morning prang[spoken] It stings when I ding, it stings like fuck And it's not just to rock and knock out the cluck My days are spent swerving prangs Like Old Bill in a jag But reality keeps on like a nag Stop it, stop it, before you cop it Off the rails, on style impaled By injustice jailed And to a tabloid crossword nailed Junkie rocker hailed and I Appear in the morning too minging to sing And there's not much worse than that Except perhaps death Prang is a night that gets darker and darker That light that gets starker and starker Prang is the bends with a capital B Life's all mixed up of late I can't see through you Seeing through me [chorus] [spoken]Trying to walk tall and look hard Pranged when you're on remand And can't face cheers and jeers in the yard[spoken] Oh tell me not that story of the lad Who brang into the studio Rocked for six, and changed, and wound up whacked up gacked up pranged And then came his turn to stand and sing On The Streets' collaboration thing He looked about him in a sweat Spotlight on his twitchin' leg Looking for the words i was looking forward to laying but i was twisted eyes red crossed, sold, lost again washed up on suicidal tidal wave of denial tossed and torn and hung, drawn prang dawn i'm parachutin into paranoia and crash landing with a dizzy spin my lover looks like gruesome goya and my minds off it my lover kisses me and whispers come come oh my coke, crack, smack and speed in goes when i need when the prang cooks up my heart and soul and decides for a feed very hot indeed, very hot indeed [chorus] [spoken]Lead Bilo to the mournful morning prang rock be in control of me[spoken] Now true story mike invites this blues jackanory to his mic clean as serene back is like prang to fuck em?? be well as i might or might well i be rocks and b have loose and not their grip on me as detox looms a day away and the air is nile but is loud to play this hip hop hand and this shit hot land of street symphonys one man band different type of ???? this bilo to the mournful morning prang [mubbling nonsense]