Tell me what you see, do my eyes deceive me?
Got you in a cage like a prize trophy.
Walking arm in arm, an accessory,
Looking for life's security.
Show me what you got, now I think you're fucked,
It was doc. and nurse, now it's mum and pop.
So tell your fucking kids to shut the fuck up,
King Prawn family men we are not.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Said you had your fun, now you live the humdrum,
There ain't no scope with a blind man's gun.
Bitch of boredom a necessity,
'Cause you lack imagination.
Keep on dreaming on, it's a fantasy,
Hanging to what you got when there's more to be.
Step to the fast track before it's too late,
And you piss it all away.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Writer(s): Babar Luck, Al Farabi Muhammad Rumjen, Nicholas Maurice Smith, Roger Manfred Hands
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