Prangin' Out (Pete and Mike’s Version)

Mike Skinner:

I get back from touring

Suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face

At a quarter to eleven am

You're prangin' out

I see through you

I feel awful

This voice's talkin' to me

This ain't even funny

The iron's been on in my house for four fucking weeks

I see through you

I'm about to do something stupid

I dare say why my manager got lairy and smacked me

These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty

Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with my brandy

The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me

Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear

I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'd

So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic

Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad

Snort more tour support, and then have a drink

The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging

The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'

The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'

You're prangin' out

I see through you

These voices talkin' to me

This ain't funny

I see through you

I'm about to do something stupid

Pete Doherty:

It stings when I ding, stings like fuck

And it's not just to rock and knock out the clock

My days are spent swerving prangs

Like Old Bill in a Jag

But reality keeps on like a nag

Stop it, stop it, before you cop it

Off the rails, on style impaled

By injustice jailed and to a tabloid crossword nailed

Junkie rocker hailed and appear in the morning too mingin' to singin'

And there's not much worse than that, except perhaps death

Prangs at night, it gets darker and darker

That light gets starker and starker

Prang is "the bends" with a capital B

Life's all mixed up of late

I can't see through you seeing through me

You're pranging out

I see through you

(trying to walk tall and look hard)

There's voices talking to me

This ain't even funny

(pranged when you're on remand and can't face the cheers and jeers of the yard)

I see through you

I'm about to do something stupid

You're pranging out

I see through you

There's voices talking to me

This ain't even funny

I see through you

I'm about to do something stupid

Mike Skinner:

The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now, I know she's thinking she's a bit frightened somehow

I don't think she realised why I'd invited her back to my house

I don't want anyone to see me like this right now

All sorts of thoughts rolling back in my eyes

I've been a poor sport thoughts dance in my mind

A banging headache, dancing prang by their side

Dancing with the pictures from the past of my life

I don't remember any of what I just thought at all

The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all

Panicking a bit, getting frightened of fuck all

So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle

I don't want anyone I know to see me like this

My fibs in single became lies in lists

She's gonna sell/tell no doubt

Fuck it I'm not gonna stop drinking though, I can't for now

[Chorus:]

You're pranging out

I see through you

This voice is talking to me

This ain't even funny

I see you through you

I'm about to do something stupid

Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide

Cos with rational thought it would seem that I need to be not doing the stuff that makes death seem like

An easier option

I need a totally Trojan plan right now