"Toy's Story" lyrics
You see now, Lausse
You don't need drugs and alcohol to have fun
Remember your days as a boy before the times of substance
— or substances for that matter —
Remind yourself of a time when things were simpler and more innocent, perhaps...
Once upon a time, in a place
There lived a gang of boys who would barter with fate
Pissed about, avoidin' a start of a day
When things get annoying like bills and low payed shifts
Skipped class and aimed to go arsin' about
Nick beer from the nearest Tesco's around
Fear nothing but a dear mother's pout
So the fuckery would start just as soon as they left home
Skate in a car park, chased by the guards
Seeing no cinema scenes but this one is one
See some half arsed dickheads in an R coloured mimicking the *beep* on the checker of an oyster
Make it £2.5, you don't give us many choices
Boisterous dim-witted boys on a loiter
See me skip a class to engage myself in coitus
Any ways I digress, man (Yo, Lausse, get back to the point, man)
We would skate car parks and go spray paint
Get chased by guards, lob bricks at the trains
Go squat rave weekly and try stay sane
Seein' ODs, guns, stabs, and keys to the face
So I chant to myself, "Run, run when they sing
Have fun fill your heart, doin' dumb little things"
Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
Lausse fills the dark, doin' scummy little things
Bunch of devils found a funny place to breathe
The ruins of a temple called "abandoned factory"
They would spend their days there, pretend to climbing trees
Steppin' over some syringes, avoidin' HIV
See, the brats were back at it again
Markin' flags with the tip of their pens
Skatin' on the rooftops, chillin' 'til a huge chopper
Came down and chased 'em right out of their den (fuck)
And there, out of nowhere, to the rascals' disbelief
Came a chopper flyin' at them, on the sides written "POLICE"
Run, run when they swing
Feel the air as the blades from the helicopter sing
Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
Run fast though now...
They thought quick then upped the pace, balaclava to the face
Saying sayonara to the chopper seemed a bit irrational
Blacka went full cannibal mode and tried to jump seven meters
Devils simmered down and took the time to take a breather
And figure out a plan (goddamn)
"How the fuck we gonna lose a chopper, man?" (What happened next?)
They start considerin' the seven meter dimwit plan
Once they start hearin' sirens in the distance
And I swear that I mean it when I say that, for an instant
I envisioned my ass in the cell, then I snapped up, relaxed
Put the cans in the back, gathered round, made a plan
Counted to three, and we ran past the cars in the streets
(Whoop, whoop, that's the sound of the police)
Swoop, swoop — that's the sound of the ground against my feet
As I whistle past the air and disappear into the alleyway
Steer towards the underground, and hand of death the barricade
The guy says, "come back!", I said, "do one"
(Please mind the gap) fine but please get a move on!
See me get a tree powered train to the south
Where I met with mates and we partied in the house
Eyes met with a girl
"Run, run when he sings
See, he'll try to have your heart just to fill up on his own
Done being chased by the piggies in the road
Kitty's rush now comes from the vulnerable girls"
Careful, fuccbois on the loose
You don't need drugs and alcohol to have fun
Remember your days as a boy before the times of substance
— or substances for that matter —
Remind yourself of a time when things were simpler and more innocent, perhaps...
Once upon a time, in a place
There lived a gang of boys who would barter with fate
Pissed about, avoidin' a start of a day
When things get annoying like bills and low payed shifts
Skipped class and aimed to go arsin' about
Nick beer from the nearest Tesco's around
Fear nothing but a dear mother's pout
So the fuckery would start just as soon as they left home
Skate in a car park, chased by the guards
Seeing no cinema scenes but this one is one
See some half arsed dickheads in an R coloured mimicking the *beep* on the checker of an oyster
Make it £2.5, you don't give us many choices
Boisterous dim-witted boys on a loiter
See me skip a class to engage myself in coitus
Any ways I digress, man (Yo, Lausse, get back to the point, man)
We would skate car parks and go spray paint
Get chased by guards, lob bricks at the trains
Go squat rave weekly and try stay sane
Seein' ODs, guns, stabs, and keys to the face
So I chant to myself, "Run, run when they sing
Have fun fill your heart, doin' dumb little things"
Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
Lausse fills the dark, doin' scummy little things
Bunch of devils found a funny place to breathe
The ruins of a temple called "abandoned factory"
They would spend their days there, pretend to climbing trees
Steppin' over some syringes, avoidin' HIV
See, the brats were back at it again
Markin' flags with the tip of their pens
Skatin' on the rooftops, chillin' 'til a huge chopper
Came down and chased 'em right out of their den (fuck)
And there, out of nowhere, to the rascals' disbelief
Came a chopper flyin' at them, on the sides written "POLICE"
Run, run when they swing
Feel the air as the blades from the helicopter sing
Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
Run fast though now...
They thought quick then upped the pace, balaclava to the face
Saying sayonara to the chopper seemed a bit irrational
Blacka went full cannibal mode and tried to jump seven meters
Devils simmered down and took the time to take a breather
And figure out a plan (goddamn)
"How the fuck we gonna lose a chopper, man?" (What happened next?)
They start considerin' the seven meter dimwit plan
Once they start hearin' sirens in the distance
And I swear that I mean it when I say that, for an instant
I envisioned my ass in the cell, then I snapped up, relaxed
Put the cans in the back, gathered round, made a plan
Counted to three, and we ran past the cars in the streets
(Whoop, whoop, that's the sound of the police)
Swoop, swoop — that's the sound of the ground against my feet
As I whistle past the air and disappear into the alleyway
Steer towards the underground, and hand of death the barricade
The guy says, "come back!", I said, "do one"
(Please mind the gap) fine but please get a move on!
See me get a tree powered train to the south
Where I met with mates and we partied in the house
Eyes met with a girl
"Run, run when he sings
See, he'll try to have your heart just to fill up on his own
Done being chased by the piggies in the road
Kitty's rush now comes from the vulnerable girls"
Careful, fuccbois on the loose
Writer(s): A
