we are all born a blank canvas
yet few become artists
most lay down their uniform lives
grateful to catch the drips

if the cost of a grown mans sanity
is the loss of the big kid inside me
then i dont want to play

got wabs from a lad
the scabs said its spot on
nice fat bags
with a little green leaf on em
scallys and their vanity
taggin themselves for taxin
easy backtrackin
you can almost hear the fingers snappin

tis a fine line
between darkness and sunshine
when youre in the shadows

youre filling my mind full of filling you full of me
i still cant decide if this is the buy of a lifetime
or a fools economy
im kicking the tyres looking for signs of a tired ride
selling itself as luxury
you could be mine for the one time price of just one good time
and the rest of my life with my ***** itchy

to rob a bank takes a criminal mastermind
someone on the inside
a plan how to hide all the money and the guilt beside
to have the banks rob a country needs a prime minister

imagine a world were we admit our fallibility
where ego is baseless
and we base our happiness
on happiness
wouldnt that be something
wouldnt it be something at least