Titanic 2 - Jam Baxter, Lee Scott

I sit around and watch the rain

Nothing’s changed but its not the same

Going west, stress on the brain

Fuck your rent off, cop a chain

That empty feeling in your chest

Ate a happy meal I was still depressed

Skip the test, chill and rest

Found some money in an old coat think I’m blessed

If it isn’t me and it isn’t you

What the fuck’s going on then?

gis' a clue

I don’t even know if I even know

I don’t need to go but I need to go

One too many, hobble home

Regretful speech on the dog and bone

Convinced yourself you don’t give a fuck

Made your best shit in a rut

I’m going in, I’m giving up

Pray for change in the cup

Shake it empty, fill it up

Take your last toke, flick the butt

Life’s a bad joke but I’m laughing

There’s more mistakes that make up an atom

Cut an atom up, time to rebuild

G.O.D billed

Lookin' at the cusp like he’s weak willed

But the wheat’s milled

He said he couldn’t hack it but climbed the steep hill

Just to reach Jill

The sudden racket hushed life can be chilled, keep still

There’s nothing on his mind but he seems thrilled

I want me rum on ice and me beef grilled

Belly full of pub grub

I put it in her mouth like glug glug

And I don’t really like the club but

I say yeah but I don’t understand

Don’t judge me I’m a dumb farang

And then it hit me like Clubber Lang

I just need a nice place for me nuts to hang

I’m kitting out me brain with a bunch of LEDs

Me mind’s made up but me thoughts won’t let me leave

Close the door, bolt it shut, I don’t care

Middle finger’s in the air we ain’t going anywhere naahhh

I don’t really wanna wile out (wile out)

You can see us from a mile out (mile out)

All you hear the people sayin' is (what's that?)

You can’t really wear this style out (ever)

Til' we’re whipping the pot (whipping it, whipping it)

Out on the deck (tipping it, tipping it)

Tipping the yacht with an iceberg on me neck

With an iceberg on me neck (x2)

(Whipping it whipping it) tipping the yacht

With an iceberg on me neck (x3)

(Whipping it Whipping it) tipping the yacht

With an iceberg on me neck

Yeah born killer in the cock pit

Fumbling around for his off switch

Lost in the desert head buried in

The sand part-man part-ostrich

Yeah I couldn’t understand it at first

Slipped through the cracks in the earth

Shell shocked sheep on the front line

Tongue tied driving a tank in reverse

Yeah, that’s you

Shit, who knew?

The whole crew of builders that follow me around

With a drill ain’t tightening my loose screw

That trigger ain’t gonna pull itself

You were dumb enough to do the honours

And you can flaunt your form as an undead

Blood flecked new colossus

You the human mollusc

I’m done buying bait from these booky shotters

Bare man marks there dickish demeanour

Looking like bait off duty coppers

You’re still sniffing that dirt

Bare soil in your septum

Her lips were a pointless invention

She used 'em to poison her henchmen

Yeah pale face, oily complexion

Stack coins in your bedroom

Too much of an old miser to spend them

Yeah so I blame my faults on an evil twin

Track suit made of asbestos, breathe it in

I’m in too deep, a man can’t even swim

All these kids wanna ride my wave

But they can’t paddle out with a bleeding limb

Put an ear to my bedroom door

All you hear is a squeaking spring

I grab life by it’s rat tail suck out the organs

And eat the skin

I’m kitting out me brain with a bunch of LEDs

Me mind’s made up but me thoughts won’t let me leave

Close the door, bolt it shut, I don’t care

Middle finger’s in the air we ain’t going anywhere naahhh

I don’t really wanna wile out (wile out)

You can see us from a mile out (mile out)

All you hear the people sayin' is (what's that?)

You can’t really wear this style out (ever)

Til' we’re whipping the pot (whipping it, whipping it)

Out on the deck (tipping it, tipping it)

Tipping the yacht with an iceberg on me neck

With an iceberg on me neck (x2)

(Whipping it whipping it) tipping the yacht

With an iceberg on me neck (x3)

(Whipping it Whipping it) tipping the yacht

With an iceberg on me neck