Plan B - Rakin' The Dead lyrics
[Plan B - Rakin' The Dead lyrics]
Let me tell you a little
Something about where I live
This is called Rakin' The Dead
I'm from a place called Forest Gate
Forest Gate is a place without
A forest or a gate there probably used to be
But nowadays there ain't
Shit loads of playing fields called Wanstead
Flats and man made lakes
I know this boy called Craig
Three quarters my age
He always used to go to the
Flats to play with his mates
Till one day walking home from
School on his lonesome Jays
He stumbled across something strange
In the open glade
Now any normal person would
Know straight away
That what he found that day on
The glade was a shallow grave
But not Craig, see, 'cause
Craig is naïve, plus he smokes weed everyday
He thought there was money
Buried in that grave
So he rushed home quick so he
Could tell all his mates
He told them he found some
Disturbed earth on the glade:
"I think there's money buried there"
But they just laughed in his face
So the very next day Craig
Went over to Wanstead Flats
And showed the grave to his mates
"See I told you I weren't lying
Now what do you say?
Let's dig this shit up and
See what's there to take"
"Okay", they both said to Craig
Went to a nearby pub
Stole two pint glasses and a rake
Went back to the glade like there
Was no time to waste
Got on their hands and knees and
Started digging up the grave
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
It didn't take Craig and his mates that
Long to dig up the grave
Even with two pint glasses and a rake
That's why they're called shallow graves
'cause they're shallow "Hey, wait
That looked like decomposed bone
Marrow on your rake"
"What's that?" replied Craig
"Look man, on the rake"
"What the fuck is that? Looks
Like a T-bone steak"
"T-bone steak? No, more like a lamb shank"
"Ugh, that's rank man, get it out of my face"
Poor little Craig and his poor little mates
Went digging for treasure but what
They found was a grave "Ahh look
There's maggots all over the place"
"I haven't felt this sick since I
Saw that film Bad Taste"
Craig and his mates were so
Disgusted they left the
Two pint glasses there with
The rake and dusted
Called the police, said "Hi, my name's Craig
I just found a dead body over
The Wanstead Flats with my mates'"
Before you could say "Blazin Squad are gay"
The police were on the scene
Doing forensics on the grave
Interviewing Craig, asking him
"What in God's name possessed you to
Go digging up a bloody grave?"
"I didn't know it was a grave", said Craig
"Didn't even cross my mind"
"So what exactly did you expect to find?"
Replied the police officer in
Such a suspecting way
That Craig got scared and didn't
Know what to say he had a frog in his throat
And he started to shake
He was sweating so much
Drops of sweat were dripping of his face
The policeman saw this as a
Perfect time for interrogation
Looked at Craig and said: "Right
I'm taking you down to the station"
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
"Right, state your name and where
You live for the tape"
"My name's Craig, I live in Forest Gate"
"That's good, that's really good, no really
You're doing great now, next question
Tell me how old are you mate?"
"17!? Cor blimey what can I say?
Don't look it
Still you must just be short for your age
All that ganja smoke couldn't have helped
Either though could it mate?" "What?"
"Come on Craig, I weren't born yesterday
And by the looks of it mate
You've been smoking since you was 8
Let's be honest
If you was any shorter you'd be a midget mate
It must be hard to live with
It must be hard to take
It's not you're fault you're short
Still no other cunt's gonna see it that way"
"I'm sorry officer, i really don't know what
You're trying to say"
"I'm just saying you must
Get bullied everyday
That's why you killed that poor sod
And put him in that grave"
"What?" "HE TOOK THE PISS OUT OF YOU
Didn't he craig?"
"Nooo, nooo" "DIDN'T HE, MATE?"
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Poor Craig, what could he say?
He was now a suspect in a
Fucking full blown murder case
Tears were streaming down his face
"How much longer is this going to take?
Please get me out of this place"
"I've done nothing wrong
I only found the remains
I didn't kill the guy I swear to
God I'm innocent ask my mates!"
The copper had him right where he
Wanted him ready to break
The only thing was the murderer wasn't Craig
And of course the copper knew this
He was just playing games
So when he saw that Craig had pissed himself
He had to call it a day
"Look, I know you didn't kill the guy so
I'm not going to do you for that, craig"
"Oh thank god" "But, I am going to do
You for stealing that rake" "What?"
"Nah, only pulling your leg go on, scarper"
Something about where I live
This is called Rakin' The Dead
I'm from a place called Forest Gate
Forest Gate is a place without
A forest or a gate there probably used to be
But nowadays there ain't
Shit loads of playing fields called Wanstead
Flats and man made lakes
I know this boy called Craig
Three quarters my age
He always used to go to the
Flats to play with his mates
Till one day walking home from
School on his lonesome Jays
He stumbled across something strange
In the open glade
Now any normal person would
Know straight away
That what he found that day on
The glade was a shallow grave
But not Craig, see, 'cause
Craig is naïve, plus he smokes weed everyday
He thought there was money
Buried in that grave
So he rushed home quick so he
Could tell all his mates
He told them he found some
Disturbed earth on the glade:
"I think there's money buried there"
But they just laughed in his face
So the very next day Craig
Went over to Wanstead Flats
And showed the grave to his mates
"See I told you I weren't lying
Now what do you say?
Let's dig this shit up and
See what's there to take"
"Okay", they both said to Craig
Went to a nearby pub
Stole two pint glasses and a rake
Went back to the glade like there
Was no time to waste
Got on their hands and knees and
Started digging up the grave
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
It didn't take Craig and his mates that
Long to dig up the grave
Even with two pint glasses and a rake
That's why they're called shallow graves
'cause they're shallow "Hey, wait
That looked like decomposed bone
Marrow on your rake"
"What's that?" replied Craig
"Look man, on the rake"
"What the fuck is that? Looks
Like a T-bone steak"
"T-bone steak? No, more like a lamb shank"
"Ugh, that's rank man, get it out of my face"
Poor little Craig and his poor little mates
Went digging for treasure but what
They found was a grave "Ahh look
There's maggots all over the place"
"I haven't felt this sick since I
Saw that film Bad Taste"
Craig and his mates were so
Disgusted they left the
Two pint glasses there with
The rake and dusted
Called the police, said "Hi, my name's Craig
I just found a dead body over
The Wanstead Flats with my mates'"
Before you could say "Blazin Squad are gay"
The police were on the scene
Doing forensics on the grave
Interviewing Craig, asking him
"What in God's name possessed you to
Go digging up a bloody grave?"
"I didn't know it was a grave", said Craig
"Didn't even cross my mind"
"So what exactly did you expect to find?"
Replied the police officer in
Such a suspecting way
That Craig got scared and didn't
Know what to say he had a frog in his throat
And he started to shake
He was sweating so much
Drops of sweat were dripping of his face
The policeman saw this as a
Perfect time for interrogation
Looked at Craig and said: "Right
I'm taking you down to the station"
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
"Right, state your name and where
You live for the tape"
"My name's Craig, I live in Forest Gate"
"That's good, that's really good, no really
You're doing great now, next question
Tell me how old are you mate?"
"17!? Cor blimey what can I say?
Don't look it
Still you must just be short for your age
All that ganja smoke couldn't have helped
Either though could it mate?" "What?"
"Come on Craig, I weren't born yesterday
And by the looks of it mate
You've been smoking since you was 8
Let's be honest
If you was any shorter you'd be a midget mate
It must be hard to live with
It must be hard to take
It's not you're fault you're short
Still no other cunt's gonna see it that way"
"I'm sorry officer, i really don't know what
You're trying to say"
"I'm just saying you must
Get bullied everyday
That's why you killed that poor sod
And put him in that grave"
"What?" "HE TOOK THE PISS OUT OF YOU
Didn't he craig?"
"Nooo, nooo" "DIDN'T HE, MATE?"
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Once upon a time there was a boy called Craig
Who found a dead body on
The Flats with his mates
Poor Craig, what could he say?
He was now a suspect in a
Fucking full blown murder case
Tears were streaming down his face
"How much longer is this going to take?
Please get me out of this place"
"I've done nothing wrong
I only found the remains
I didn't kill the guy I swear to
God I'm innocent ask my mates!"
The copper had him right where he
Wanted him ready to break
The only thing was the murderer wasn't Craig
And of course the copper knew this
He was just playing games
So when he saw that Craig had pissed himself
He had to call it a day
"Look, I know you didn't kill the guy so
I'm not going to do you for that, craig"
"Oh thank god" "But, I am going to do
You for stealing that rake" "What?"
"Nah, only pulling your leg go on, scarper"