Psychoville Lyrics - Dabbla

Attention deficit disorder 

Slaughter, blame it on the hotel porter 

No one needs to know but the daughter 

Caught between the headlights, she don't know what to say yeah (Sorta!) 

All the right makings of a psychopath hiding in a Highbury flat 

Stashed the make up in a Nike bag 

Spare pair of rubber gloves man I'm to rags 

One big round trip, take two cabs 

Wash hands at every opportunity, up to the elbows 

Really gets underneath the fingernails 

Try and blend in with the infidels 

And stop doing everything you did (Usually) 

Then in the blink of a heartbeat, remember what you got stashed in the car seat 

We don't want a situation getting nasty 

I ain't gonna say nothing if they ask me 

But can you really trust me, can I trust you? 

You don't even have to ask or beat around the bush 

Stop pulling up my past man you must do 

Cause if you ain't got my back i'll have to crush you 

No sidekicks here, no wing men 

No feelings either, tin men 

And we're up real early like the bin men 

And we're gonna do a ting, are you in men? 

[Hook - Graziella] 

In these walls i'm silent like a prey 

But I faught like a victim 

On the edge, i'm fighting like i'm brave 

But these suffer the sickness 

It's funny how the brain play tricks on ya 

One day it's all fine then they switch on ya 

Picturesque in the mind like literature 

Techniques to define asphyxia 

Which bit you want? 

The long story and the short is I sorta make it as I go along 

Welcome to the mind of a psycho 

Up late mixing alcohol with the Nytol 

Right old nutter from the loony bin 

Bought the house next door to you now he's moving in 

Walking in the living room twitching 

Thinking he's underneath the sink in the kitchen 

Do you ever get the feeling that there's two of you? 

Sitting on your own in the room with a few of you? (Who are you?) 

No one that you need to be concerned about 

Hoping that all my split personalities can work it out 

Trapped in the body of a grown man 

So damn horny I could fornicate with both hands 

OCD get me house proud, cleaning out the cupboards with a drink thinking out load 

Now now, low it he's a nut job 

Big fat fucking lunatic he'll have your nuts off 

Meet me at the tuc shop, bring the chlorine to get the crust off 

Just round the corner from the bus stop 

[Hook - Graziella] 

In these walls i'm silent like a prey 

But I faught like a victim 

On the edge, i'm fighting like i'm brave 

But these suffer the sickness 

I promised to myself last time, though I shouldn't 

If that's the case boy I better make it a good'un 

I'm the little thing in the night that goes biddum 

Hanging round all the places that you wouldn't 

Shoulda butta woulda becoming a big nuisance 

He's a green ninja like the Teenage Mutants 

Cleaning up the streets like De Niro 

Weirdo, dressed as a comic book hero 

Hiding in the bush like a meerkat 

Badgering my dogs like, shh did you hear that? 

Blot two drops on the paper and watch the whole world fast forward to a lot later 

Meanwhile leaning in the backdrop 

Crack pot, tryna clean the porn off his laptop 

What you really wanna do is settle down mate 

Wow mate, you should of had a job by now mate 

It's just me and the tree that i'm hugging 

Thugging, sitting in a hole that I dug in 

Bugging, i've been in this loop like forever 

Just tugging on the string for the baggage that i'm lugging 

Ain't it funny how the truth comes out when the house get's taken 

And the loot run's out 

No doubt that you'll thank me when you're at the sanctuary 

With the chloroform and the hanky 

[Hook - Graziella] 

In these walls i'm silent like a prey 

But I faught like a victim 

On the edge, i'm fighting like i'm brave 

But these suffer the sickness