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, avoiding a start of a day
When things get annoying like bills and low paid shifts
Skipped class and aimed to go arsing 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
Hella half arsed dickheads in an R coloured mimicking the
On the checker of an oyster
Make it two-five, you don't give us many choices
Boisterous dim-witted boys on a loiter
See me skip a class to engage myself in coitus
Anyways, I digress, man
(Yo, Lausse, get back to the point, man)
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bad
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
Seeing ODs, guns, stabs, and keys to the face
So, I chant to myself, "Run, run when they sing
Have fun fill your heart, doing dumb little things"
Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come
Lausse fills the dark, doing 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
Stepping over some syringes, avoiding HIV
See, the brats were back at it again
Marking flags with the tip of their pens
Skating on the rooftops, chilling '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 flying 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, yo
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 considering the seven-meter dimwit plan
Once they start hearing 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
