Dear Mick, must I be thick?nOr a prick and a half to be so daft to doubtnWhen I know that I'm in the full close to head throes of darkest prangnWithin, out, you, me, rhyme and reason arenAll wildly out of season and it's spineless treasonnThe kingship that allows the violent silencenAlways babbling in my attempt at versenBut it is pranging out, for which I'm gonna do a verse nIt seems I can withstand the prang and get it together to sing, as I once sangnDrink in the real gangnFlick the twang we sang a songnSad as sin on a pirate ship on dry landnn[chorus]n[spoken]Lead Bilo to the mournful morning prang[spoken]nnIt stings when I ding, it stings like fucknAnd it's not just to rock and knock out the clucknMy days are spent swerving prangsnLike Old Bill in a jagnBut reality keeps on like a nag nStop it, stop it, before you cop itnOff the rails, on style impalednBy injustice jailednAnd to a tabloid crossword nailednJunkie rocker hailed and InAppear in the morning too minging to singnAnd there's not much worse than thatnExcept perhaps deathnPrang is a night that gets darker and darkernThat light that gets starker and starkernPrang is the bends with a capital BnLife's all mixed up of late nI can't see through younSeeing through menn[chorus]n[spoken]Trying to walk tall and look hardnPranged when you're on remandnAnd can't face cheers and jeers in the yard[spoken]nnOh tell me not that story of the ladnWho brang into the studionRocked for six, and changed, and wound up whacked up gacked up prangednAnd then came his turn to stand and singnOn The Streets' collaboration thingnHe looked about him in a sweatnSpotlight on his twitchin' leg nLooking for the words i was looking forward to layingnbut i was twisted eyes red crossed, sold, lost again washed upnon suicidal tidal wave of denialntossed and torn and hung, drawn prang dawnni'm parachutin into paranoia and crash landing with a dizzy spinnmy lover looks like gruesome goya and my minds off itnmy lover kisses me and whispers come comenoh my coke, crack, smack and speednin goes when i need when the prang cooks up my heart and soul and decides for a feednvery hot indeed, very hot indeednn[chorus]n[spoken]Lead Bilo to the mournful morning prang nrock be in control of me[spoken]nnNow true storynmike invites this blues jackanory to his micnclean as serene back is like prang to fuck em??nbe well as i might or might well i benrocks and b have loose and not their grip on menas detox looms a day awaynand the air is nile but is loud to playnthis hip hop hand and this shit hot landnof street symphonys one man bandndifferent type of garage twangnthis bilo to the mournful morning prangnn[mubbling nonsense]n