La Plage - Murkage, Bipolar Sunshine

Dickhead, you must be new here

We light up the sky like a new year

And what a band of brothers

Looking down on others

Like who the fuck are you

Like who the fuck are you?

And it’s on, so why wait?

And it’s on, so why wait?

They love us, we riot in their premise

It won’t be long 'til we get back from Paris

If you want your white Nike’s to stay clean

Come outta my scene

Please don’t quote YOLO to a Hindu

It’s more N.E.R.D.

we’re into

It feels fuckin sick to be doing this

And have all of my tight spars with me

Unplug from the bullshit quickly

Knead out all the knots and that’s me

Videos and stageshows avec un neuf neuf

Middle finger to that prick George Osborne

Still sippin on a icey tin with that drunken grin

Away game or home turf

Haters sting like fruit flies

Amassed drums that come in lion size

I still wonder why the world is wound so tight

But we gotta let go cos

We’re on a Murkage ting

We’re on a Murkage ting

We’re on a Murkage ting

Like no prisoners Murkage ting and again

We’re on a Murkage ting

We’re on a Murkage ting

We’re on a Murkage ting

No prisoners Murkage ting

All backstage most keen to meet Felix

Jackson fear three squared seek him

Roll in inked up women pins to the ceiling fiending

Double M tees and fascination

Taxi quick ting

Gyration tempts the humble kingpin

Conversation’s dead I could never mourn it

Talk’s for friends who talk to forbes and

Yeah I really do that shit

Flip dykes.com to my own music

Fake lesbians the grand unzip

That’s modern amusement

Rockstar life I do rockstar things

Parisian pics chicks crawling up walls with a mutant mystic shadow prince

She ninja powers, invading mountains

Playing my flute in the small hours

The stories buried, cuban flowers

My condolence, who’s about this

Selling dreams in a heaven that’s so cold

Rent a fate that ignorance owns though

Yeah!

I’m that arrogant kid

So narcissistic

Yeah !

I’m vintage goods

Another nasty misfit