RAIN ON THE WINDOW I’M ZONED OUT, WILL THE FUCKIN WIND BLOW MY HOME DOWN WOULD IT EVEN MATTER, LOOKING AT THE SKY REMINSCING WHEN I WAS A SHOPLIFTING DIRTY LITTLE TAGGER, NEVER GAVE A SHIT YOU THINK I EVER DID? SITTING UP THE BACK OF THE BUS WITH MY STOLEN CLOTHES BUMPING NOTORIOUS FUCKIN BIG, USED TO RECORD INTO A TAPE DECK, ONE TAPE, HATE FOR THE WORLD ATTACHED TO MY NECK, MY HEAD, WEED AND THE ALCOHOL HOLES IN MY DOOR I’D JET, OUT TO THE STREETS AND SURROUNDINGS, I REMEMBER WHEN WE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE HOUSING, EMERGENCY ACCOMMODATION MICE CRAWLING UP THE CURTAINS, I WAS 13 FEELING MURDERED, HALF DEAD, IN MY SECONDHAND GHETTO THREADS.
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THOSE WERE THE DAYS, CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLAGUE, FEELING HALF DEAD, THE RAIN, FUCK IT MAN WASH IT ALL AWAY, WASH IT ALL AWAY.
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BESSER BRICK GOVERNMENT HOUSE LIKE A FUCKIN KENNEL, NEW KIDS FUCKIN AROUND TESTING IF I’M VULNERABLE, BUT I DIDN’T TAKE IT, PUSHED THAT BULLY DOWN THE BUS STAIRS, COPPED STARES, FEELING KIND OF FERAL, HEADPHONES NWA REFLECTING MY ANGER, LIVING UNSETTLED, WE WERE PRETTY POOR, STUFF FOR DINNER OUT THE FREEZER ALWAYS GETTING THAWED, WENT FROM HAVING A NORMAL JOINT IN QUEENSLAND TO NOTHING NO MORE, DAD WAS GHOST AND THE COLD RAIN POURED, HORROR MOVIES OUT THE ASIAN CORNER SHOP WHAT R RATED LAWS? MY MUM USED TO CALL ME EEYORE WHEN I WAS A TODDLER, COS I WAS GRUMPY AND THE WORLD IT SEEMED LIKE I’D SEEN IT BEFORE, I COULD READ PEOPLE THEN AND NOW I CAN EVEN MORE.