Demise - Tricky, Martina Topley-Bird

So you like to demise with your pen

I was the same back when

Then and now, I wanna change

But don’t know how

Do’s and don’t’s

Don’t’s I don’t like

She’s not Tina and I’m not like Ike

But what was Ike like

Is Ike what you write

I don’t know, I don’t know

I don’t know, I don’t know

We’ll disarm ya, ask Julian Palmer

Only joking, too much smoking

But It’s ok, it’s ok

We’ve been thru too much yesterday

Tell you what we’e gonna do

They’ll protect me from me, I’ll protect from you

By any means, by any means

By any means, by any means

Please won’t you try

Stop me talking like a tough guy

Subject matter’s love

Subject matter’s love

What would I need another enemy?

I know I love you

I can feel you in my energy

I’m too scared to be a gun totting gangster wannabe

I’ve got too much love inside of me

Met you on mondalay

Or next week

If I’m Tina

I guess I’m weak

Big take

Making my head ache

Big take

Making my head ache

It’s not your fault

You don’t understand

Take our hand

We give

So don’t be negative

You don’t feel the

'Cause you feel yourself

Stuck up in your own head

Leave that till I’m dead

What do I think?

I think instinct