Pie and Chips - Mr. Wrong, Salar

I’m an angry fool

Marching around, starting on gangs of youths

For looking at me crude

I’ll right-hook and smash the tooth, of those that think they’re tough

I’ll clap for you, on each side of your face

Until your mug is black and blue

Who?

Mr. Mean is after you

I’ll take you back to school

Teach you discipline lessons that every teacher’s gagging to

I’m lining up my students

I’m silent with an icy look, until the first one cries and tries to run

But, I’m by the door and slide it shut, tie him up

And declare that the next one who tries, gets snuffed

A snidey cunt, dishing out order

Force a persistent talker

To sit in the bottomless pit I hid in the corner

The type to quietly sit on the back of the bus, waiting

For the first bastard to fuck with me, and start smashing him up

Embarrass him much, publicly

I’ll pull a tigers whiskers out his stupid face, if it dare look at me cold

C.O.T.D.

roll, 96 strong

When I thought I made a mistake’s the only time I’ve been wrong

It’s stubborn 'fight me' shit

Outrageous arguments with my clock every night, 'cause I decide what time it is

Look, if it tastes like a fish, looks like a fish

But I say it’s pie and chips

Then it’s fucking pie and chips

The underlying message here, is very clear

Do not fuck with the Brick Pelly peer

This is no complex mathematical theory

It’s not rocket science kid, it’s simple really

(Antiheroes, brick pelican in effect again)

Shit, I don’t give the latter if you think I’m para

Hoodied up indoors hiding from the hidden camera

Fuck a happy life in paradise

Just make sure when you lock me up, my straitjacket’s Nike and got a hood

Polish Bud bottle and leave the party on the sly

With it’s life and soul, plus the alcohol supply

I left my station to find another eighth and have no specific destination in

mind

In an attempt to save me some time, I had a spliff

Then fell flat on my face to demonstrate

I was fine to a passing pig

Educated by rap records, 'cause I never paid attention in lesson

Head smashed when class was in session

And finished getting high with passes in stress and manic depression

Oh why why why do I act this way?

For me a compliment is sad to say

Have no fear, attitude like fuck the atmosphere

I’m more concerned with the lack of gas in my glass of beer

Still fuming, his temper’s chill, ill

Human rent-a-kill, bringing dark days to Pleasantville

Day-dream a low-budget snuff flick on acid

And butt bricks to ashes in an attempt to fix the static

You turned killer but you’re destined for the same ending as Edmund

Doolally, don’t trust anybody that’s too happy

The underlying message here, is very clear

Do not fuck with the Brick Pelly peer

This is no complex mathematical theory

It’s not rocket science kid, it’s simple really