Killer Instinct
[Verse 1]
And I'm quoting, I'm having trouble coping
Doctor told me to just, "Double up the dosage"
Muddled up in a bundle of emotion
Insignificant a puddle in the ocean
Guzzling the potion, drowning my sorrow
We're gonna be sober tomorrow
But I'm still holding the bottle
Waddle in my step
Windswept, flat air-bubble in my crepe
Supertramp, champion vagrant
See me passed-out face down on the pavement
Stressed out, how the cheque bounced on the payment
Tears of a clown now, that's entertainment!
The beauty of true intuition
The grand ambition of a musician's mission
Another stupid decision
I've got the glass slipper, now who's the shoe fitting?
[Chorus]
He got the killer instinct
Nose in the air like your shit don't stink
Old flame, or a brand new link?
Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
He got the killer instinct
Nose in the air like your shit don't stink
Old flame, or a brand new link?
Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
[Verse 2]
Wasteman tendency, see me getting lean off
Why ain't I achieving everything that I dreamed of?
Paradox walking, poppycock talking
Corporate endorsing, depleted endorphin supply
Wiping the tear from my eye
The sky is the limit but I'm fearful to fly
An earful of hype, head full of doubts
Lungs full of Thai, now my head's in the clouds
Feet on the ground, ankle-deep in the gutter
Still kick the lid off the paint-pot, let the colour spill
Hotline to the Devil, let's cut a deal?
Racking my grill, got me begging for buttermilk
I guess it's deep in my DNA
Baby-girl was the Darth Vader of T&A
So now everyday I'm faded off E&J
Chasing the grief away, it doesn't have to be this way!
[Chorus]
He got the killer instinct
Nose in the air like your shit don't stink
Old flame, or a brand new link?
Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
He got the killer instinct
Nose in the air like your shit don't stink
Old flame, or a brand new link?
Poison pen letter the venom in the ink
[Verse 3]
Insane; send him to a shrink
Better yet, just get him a drink
Just give him a second, let him think
Tracks in-sync, pull himself back from the brink
Nothing new about being skint, King Blue skins
Uphill climb, brand new Timbs
Penthouse suite, back to the twins
Hang up the gloves, B, I'm back in the ring