Radiohead, Plan B - Missing Links (Bootleg) lyrics

Walk out my front door, what do I see
Another little yout on the
Street shotting weed
It won't be too long before
That youts shotting smack
Selling heroin to his bredrins and that
Making fast cash, thinking he's going places
And he will be straight after the court cases
He thought the streets would bring
Him glamour and fame
But now he's locked up and
No one remembers his name
'Cause you know It's so rotten
Just how easily people are forgotten
One minute you're heading for the top
You don't ever look like stopping
Then suddenly you find yourself right
Back at the bottom that's life though
And so's getting cut with a knife so
Watch your step if you don't wanna
Get blood on your Nikes bro


Cause these streets will have you up
Just when you least expect it
You say you don't fear death but
You know you respect it

Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here

I've seen my best friends cry
I've seen my best friends die
I've heard my best friends lie
About how they're doing fine
I've had so many best friends in my time
And most of them I've lost to
Brown smoke and white lines
I ain't no stranger to drugs
I've had my fair share had my head up in the
Clouds like fucking Care Bears
Chatting all that "Rahh tahh
Tahh I'm just experimenting"
MDMA, LSD, amphetamines and
All the rest of that shit that goes with it
Why is it everyone who does
Drugs thinks they know
Everything there is to know
About life already?
Just by sitting on their settee doing
Drugs in front of the telly
Thinking they're heavy
'cause they live their lives like that
High on crack
What sort of fucking life is that?
Whatever happened to your
Dreams and aspirations, blud?
Now the highlight of your
Day is masturbation, blud

Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here

You'll only end up in the gutter if
You live your life on the curb
Or you choose to take it one
Step further than the herb
Shit ain't getting worse
It's always been like this
Life's a game of give and take
And people take the right piss
I've seen a most self-righteous a
Man fall off the wagon
And start chasing the dragon
It's funny how now they're the
Ones with the problem
Look how much their big fucking mouths
Have gone and cost them
Used to be the type that looked down on man
Now they're inhaling toxins through
A biro and it's ironic, don't you think
That 5 years back the same cats
That are now on crack?
Didn't even used to drink
Now they the missing links
In the world of wasted talent
Could of been great now they're
Just making up the balance
Musicians, artists, writers, authors
Gymnasts, athletes, footballers
Bare peeps I used to know
Who could've turned pro
Now the only game they play
Is the one on road
Whether it be drug pushing
Shoplifting or prostitution
Some sort of institution seems
Like the only solution
Stop the manor looking like
Some kinda mardi gradi
Skank whores on the corner asking
If you wanna party it's nasty
Driving through the ends it's like safari
Don't get out of your car
Unless you a crackhead kamikaze

Something's missing here
(And that's the way of it, mando and able)
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
(Missing links, making life unstable)
Something's missing here
Something's missing missing right here
Something's missing here here something's
Something's missing something's
Something's missing missing