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The Streets

Empty Cans

  hip-hop  british  rap  hip hop  indie
462 3 часа назад

Текст песни The Streets - Empty Cans

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If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I willNo one`s going to fucking tell me jackBut can you rely on anyone in this world?No, you can`tIt`s not my fault there`s wall-to-wall empty cansEveryone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the startIt`s fucked up that a man`s life can just be attackedWatching this morning with a beerIs much better than relying onUnknown cunts for mates I was givenThat don`t have my backScott texted me to say he`d have a look at the TV for meBut I layed it down telling him to fuck right off chapPhoned this company out the yellow pagesTold them to take away the TV and fix it quick snapThe next day they took away the TVTold me they would repair the little bitThat`s broken round on the backI thought that would be that but the next bit was on topThis was where it all started to get a bit out of hand[Chorus 1]No one gives a crap about MikeThat`s why I`m acting nastyYou know what you can do with your lifeIntroduce it up your jacksie`Cause no one gives a crap about MikeThat`s why I`m acting nastyYou know what you can do with your lifeIntroduce it up your jacksieThe TV man comes back later, knocks on mineTo say he`s found something in the back of the TVI`m looking at it absolutely speechless, can`t quite believeHe`s trying to pull this fucking stunt on meI knew it was a simple case of the power supply gone on the backBut he`s trying to tap me up for more moneyHe says it`s not like that and I`m like "Fuck off and die!"And stick up my two fingers and one more to make threeHe says "Don`t talk to me like that", and I don`t understandMy face is in his face, I tell him I understand perfectlyAnd he grabs my shirt and I grab his face with my handSo he brings his fist up and twats me a good one on my cheekNow I`m trying to pull his head down so I can knee itBut he`s got my earHe`s twisting it round so much that it`sReally hurting meAnd we both go down on the floor, and he pushes my head backOnto the corner of the fridge which is, total agonyThen he gets up and runs out the kitchen, and out of the doorShouting stuff to me, slams his door, shouting at meSo here I am in my house, drinking on my own setteeEveryone`s a cunt in this life, no one`s there for me[Chorus 1][Interlude]If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I willNo one`s going to fucking tell me jackBut can you rely on anyone in this world?No, you can`tIt`s all my fault there`s wall-to-wall empty cansI sat in the kitchen all fucked offImagining over and over what they`re all doing behind my backDodgy things going on, actions I regrettedStain bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the mattScott texted me to say he`d have a look at the TV for meAnd I felt like just telling him to fuck right off chapBut what he said about wanting to do the right thing by both matesAnd then opting to stay out—it seemed to matchBut I told him he could make it up by fixing the TVHe said that`s the least he could do to square things flatI thought that would be that but then the next bit was madThis is where everything started to all turn back[Chorus 2]The end of the something I did not want to endBeginning of hard times to comeBut something that was not meant to be is doneAnd this is the start of what wasHe had to unscrew about fifteen screwsBefore he could pull the panel off the backTo get in the fecking thingBut just as he did so, he said he saw somethingThat slipped inside behind the panelDown the back of itMust have been some leaflets or a bill maybeI didn`t want to lose the bill in case it was a final warningSo we both tried to get the back off and work outIf there was any more screws to get outOr if we left any inAnd when he looked down the back of the TV his eyes just frozeBefore he rammed his hand in, saying, "No shit!"He`s looking at me absolutely speechlessHe can`t quite believe what he`s trying to pull, out the slipI get up wondering what he`s smiling aboutHe`s shaking his head at this point with, the biggest of grinsI look down the back of the TV and that`s where it wasIn all its glory—my thousand quid[Chorus 2]About two this afternoon the last of the people left my house`Cause they never stop chatting `til all the rackets goneI really feel like things clicked into place at some pointOr maybe it`s the fact that me and Alison really got onOr maybe it`s that I realized that it is trueNo one`s really there fighting for you in the last garrisonNo one except yourself that isNo one except youYou are the one who`s got your back `til the last deeds doneScott can`t have my back `til the absolute end`Cause he`s got to look out for what over his horizonHe`s gotta make sure he`s not lonely, not brokeIt`s enough to worry about keeping his own head aboveI shut the door behind me, huddled up in my coatCondensation floating off my breath, squinted out the sunMy jeans feel a bit tight, think I washed them too highI was gonna be late, so I picked up my pace to run[Chorus 2 (x4)]

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