Bean bags, bingo, and a Playstation 5 Bean bags, bingo, and a Playstation 5 The premise is we're stuck down a mine and now you choose who you want to save That pub where all those things happened is just called 'Moo' now Some kind of burger thing Oh yellow cistern with a big bolt that reminds me of the sports centre Under your layers of paint I see an "H" Oh Misty Can you hear me? Bean bags, bingo, and a Playstation 5 Bean bags, bingo, and a Playstation 5 We thought they might be ashamed They weren't, they weren't We thought they might be ashamed But they weren't Look, contact me for all kinds of spells Bring bags of smashings Then we'll cast in concrete Playstation 5 Playstation 5 Playstation 5 In a concrete front garden, plants grow around the edges of each slabs This leaves a bare patch in their centres In the bare patch, a rotting citrus fruit sits This creates an ambiance, a locus of points, exclusivising the fruit Where can I buy a prism in the shape of a ball? Where can I buy a UK prism ball? I'm refreshing, and I'm refreshing Bear witness Pass no comment Simply be there to see it The citrus fruit back to it's brilliant best

Music to drive to It's been years and I'm starting to like you Around the corner Pigeons are singing on a wooden box Circles form in the puddles, I'm fully awake now Air, it smells like sun rays, and monkeys sit on tombstones Blew a wish, blew a fuse Tried more than once to tell you I tried more than once to tell you Knew before I'd start the fire It's gonna hold us through again Single socks and all darkness Up in the attic of my head Leaves suck me into a dense Laundry basket in my hands I feel a lot worse And take no burdens, look for something to plant Tried more than once to tell you I tried more than once to tell you I blew a wish, I blew a fuse You knew I tried Blew a wish, I blew a fuse I tried more than once to tell you Before I start the fire It's gonna hold us through again Single socks and all darkness Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head Up in the attic of my head

Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street Got in my nose, yeah As we carried our ladders down the street With the wrought iron gate rows I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers In my lunch break Bought five woodbines at the shop on the corner And went straight back to work Oh, Sam was up on top And I was on the bottom with the V We went for lemonade and Paris burns At the shop and broke for tea, watch out I collected from the lady And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out I was blowing saxophone on the weekend In that down joint What's my line? I'm happy cleanin' windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby, don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleanin' windows Number 36 I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon On the street where I was born, yeah Sonny Terry, Brownie Mcghee And Muddy Waters singin' "I'm a rollin' stone" I went home And read my Christmas Humphrey's book on Zen Curiosity killed the cat Kerouac's "Dharma bums" and "On the road" What's my line? I'm happy cleanin' windows, yes Take my time I'll se you when my love grows Baby, don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleanin' windows Take it What's my line? I'm happy cleanin' windows Well, I take my time I'll see you when my love grows Don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleanin' windows Alright, cleanin' windows What you say, number? Number 126 Alright, we'll be ready tomorrow I'm cleanin' windows All happy cleanin' windows, alright

Frass di baddest Cobra, Braeton,(portmore), Where chef ah go inna mi war, Inna apron, Ah whappen to dem? Mi bust it up offah Satan, Mi rifle dem a sing sweeter than Akon. () War is in di air! Tell dem fi prepare! Gully God, Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear! Clap it ova dere! Bust it ova dere! Dem scare! Mi nuh see nuh bwoy, Pussyhole mi fear! (One) Mi realize ah dead man walking. Face me, you get yuh head bust out! (Time) You dead easy, Dem find you widd yuh suck-tongue cut out. Di gyal dem seh you love suck tings, Push mi gun inna your mouth And mek you suck out. How much time you fi dead inna di war? How much time yuh wah your head buss out? Mi see you first mi gun ah bust uno know me, Di fag a gwan like is ah on-going story. When Gully God a kill Di God a kill fi di glory. We haffi dead, But bumbahole dead before me! And dem a hype widd a one gun And ah hype widd a two gun, Gully God a fiyah new gun. Twenty man a fiyah one strap Dat a crew gun, Infa-red well screw dung. Inna face dem see di nine, Head flat out like a shoes tongue, Kibaki nuh cater ah f'who son. Knock head outtah socket, Mi bust di big matic Ah suh mi kill bwoy gruesome. () Yuh Hear! Dem bettah prepare! Gully God, Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear! Clap it ova dere! Bust it ova dere! Dem scare! Mi nuh see nuh bwoy, Pussyhole mi fear! (Two) Di forty shot fly through chest And mash up bwoy liver. Mi still bore di nozzle fi get biggah, Mi nuh puzzle inna war fi yuh figure. Mi fingah, never yet leff di triggah. You ah gyal inna di war Pussyhole see a wig yah. Ah jerk you ah jerk see a bib yah. Mi step from di gullside Fi kill him inna him yard, Him friend dem bawl out him nuh live yah. In ah di miggle of di Winter, Mi hotter than Summer. Di Gully God couldah never be a runner. Mi bust one inna yuh cat face, Likkle rat face, Gyal beat yuh because you ah tongue-ah. () War is in di air! Dem bettah prepare! Gully God, Buss up di bumboclat rifle mek dem hear! Clap it ova dere! Bust it ova dere! Dem scare! Mi nuh see nuh bwoy, Pussyhole mi fear! () Frass, Tell Tower Hill, Mi have di power still. Yeh, dem fi know. Every gully, every trench, Every board house, every zinc fence, Yeh Marvalley round ah Grench. War is di air, Grants pen, White Hall, outtah East, Ratford, ah whappen to dem? Cassava Piece, Gully Side, And Brooke Lane, Sea View, Riverton.

Hey gyal in a the tight up shorts Gyal you know it's all about you Bend over meck mi slap up yo ass Gyal yo know it's all about you Hey gyal in a the tight up shorts Gyal yo know it's all about you Slim waist and the round up ass Gyal yo know it's all about you (1) Mi love when wi f**k Never get a pu**y suh tight and buff Yo deh paw mi mind man a lust Sit down top a mi nine and plus Yo friend dem vex seh dem a go talk Yo deh a mi yard twenty four hour pass Mi go yo f**k fitness five hour class Yo man weak run come si the power boss (Repeat) (2) Gyal yo pu**y good Comfortable Well tone like the bass and treble You nuh meck mi feel irritable You have mi heart that visuable Gyal yo body up like 7 Tek king David put him in a heaven Mi live in a yo hole twenty four 7 Fi f**k you a cry me must be the devil (Repeat) (Repeat 1) (Repeat)

When ghetto youth buss you know dem hate wi Dem daughters love wi and dem lady Suh you nuh haffi question why dem hate wi A true wi nuh broke again wi pocket weighty () Inna God we trust God we trust Inna God we trust God we trust (1) Dem waan see wi fall down but a God lead US Then how wi fi pop down when a God we trust Christians a mad dem waan fi mad wi But wi naw go meck dem have wi Worldlyants a cops dem waan fi grab mi But mi under the blood of the almighty Yo black or if you whitey Go to church and highty, tighty You nuh see the league buck in the party Hi stronger when dem fight hi (Repeat) (2) When mi wake mi nuh waan see no problem Bees mi waan fi si pitch Dem a walk wid a crosses pon dem Too damn devilish The likkle st waan you fall in a pit Score off a yo life like a ball him a kick Spanish Town send dem wid the tall matic Dem badness gone in a lip Mi born wid the fire, mi nuh born in a it Stignant mi nuh stagnant wid it Spectacular, so dynamic High, so iconic Fast focus no alcoholic A the most high roll mi a keep Some nuh real a dem soul dem a flip (Repeat)

Selassie I Woohhhhahah dem rise against mi valley of the shadow of death I shall never fret Dem mussi think seh dem cyan stop mi from since One man mi fear Right di Messiah Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta Tell dutty mind Badmind fi fence wi Dem coulda neva live fi bench wi Cause to jah gi di praise fi I-shence of days Yo wi basket nuh empty And nuff time dem try fi tek mi Muss through mi a live by far a dem see Dem team up and try and try stop mi time From mi mek mi [? ] But a one man mi fear A di fadda Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta Seh weh you waan seh Di way you feel Mi nuh beg fren so we coulda neva deal From yuh try stop mi meal Seem like you a send mi to di bakklefield Press wey you waan press A yuh a steal Run wey you waan run, a yuh a wheel Then straight up then coulda the way you feel Man a soldier so mi coulda neva nail One man mi fear Right di Messiah Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta Tell dutty mind Badmind fi fence wi Dem coulda neva live fi bench wi Cause to jah gi di praise fi I-shence of days Yo wi basket nuh empty And nuff time dem try fi tek mi Muss through mi a live by far a dem see Dem team up and try and try stop mi time From mi mek mi [? ] One man mi fear Right di Messiah Mi a bwoy, believe inna prayer Mi step pon di bakklefield, without no shield All when shotta a fyah All when mi nuh have no food no wata Jah love mi never yet shorter Mi a talk this for real all di pain mi a feel Dem a kill wi sons and daughta