Dirty Dike, Jam Baxter - I Like My Nights Dark lyrics

I have been mean
Pity, unjust, sinful, vicious, horrible
I have been mean

They were babies in the crèche trying
To weld their heads together
Like street-cornered gimps trying to
Sell their flesh forever
They spent the summer sweating
In December weather
Trying to line the pockets of
Their barely breathing debt collector
Treat every animal as a fungal disease
And filed every lost year as
A smudge on my jeans
I walked past the beggar clutching his knees
Plump tear-ducts like a swelling
Pustule that bleeds
He ate his corpse and caught a virus
I chewed through the city with these
Reinforced incisors as I absorb detritus
Crimson gums stuffed with titanium
Flicking through my future like
An uninterested alien cradling my cranium
Wrapped around a cheap floozy
The star of every under-budget B-movie
I sat still and let this
Liquor eat through me
Guzzling your envious intentions in
A green smoothie

I like my nights dark
I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch
When I'm walking through the bit's
Got them bricks green with envy

I like my nights dark
And I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch
When I'm walking to my crib
Until the pigs fucking get me

Me and death on a stretch pad
Petrol in the air when I rev
We met desperate
I was selling dead leopards in debt
He said, "I sell tellies
Spell letters and yes"
Repel any help, levelly respect it and jet
We gelled steadily
Pelling like his cloak in the wind
I'd tell you everything I know
If I could only begin stroking his chin
Stopping as I hop off the back
Knots in my back
Swear I've got my hospital swag
Osteopath, doctors couldn't stop what I have
Bad posture, mad lust, sad slub and I'm glad
Another record I'll be stuck in your brain
Money and fame can suck a
Fucking bucket of pain
I place love and courage well above
A thumb in the cake
And hate coming up as nothing
But a fucking disgrace the muffins
The fenestrated twenty fake cousins
With a getaway truck to
Make whatever say something
And I've still got balls to break
Walls to paint
A stack of mister CBs for Paul to take
You stay small while I'm smacking off
A dream that we share beat with a snare
Doesn't even seem like I care
Teeth of a bear, penis made of Jesus' hair
When I speak
I kick frees to the squeak of my chair
Beast in the lair
Diamond with a chip in the dirt
Deserved every bit of prison that
He did and he served split with his bird
At first being single was worse
But then he figured his existence
In a singular word he kept a secret like a
Kid on a graff' charge act hard
Screaming with a gram and a cash card
Splat scars, fat slappers
Anchor and crash cars
Adam's apple ragged as a back
Of a slapped arse

I like my nights dark
I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch
When I'm walking through the bit's
Got them bricks green with envy

I like my nights dark
And I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch
When I'm walking to my crib
Until the pigs fucking get me