Lyrics Breton Spook Dub - Ghostown

I circle the huddle and tackle debate
The bass that wobbles, the shack that I shake
The case I take and gamble a stake
The worst that can happen, I step on a rake
Went out the door to juggle an oar
Fell in the water and struggled ashore
This is my ship so welcome aboard
Come to the bar and guzzle some more
Typical sympathy, what you gonna give to me
Keeping me company, working abundantly
People affronting me, what you gone done to me
Have to be blunt to be blunt, cunt
Bashing my brains, deliver the pain
Mashing membranes, deliver the gain
Flashing the frames, playing the game
Burning in flames, claiming the claim
Certainly getting hot and it's hitting me
Flatter me, smitten me, fleetingly bitterly
Hickory dickery dock, cock
I came to point my pen at your brain
Make you move a little bit strange
Make you move a little bit strange
Make you move a little bit strange

And I'm twisting the knife
Sick of the strife and the house and the wife
Sick of the dog, sick of the mob
Sick of the punch in punch out job
Sick of the day, sick of the night
Sick of being wrong when I want to get it right
Lined up the bait, now I gotta get a bite
Sick of the dark can I get a little light
The way that I come through
With a one two
Like some do, with a Kung Fu
When I'm confused
With a bit of booze in the cerveau
It occurred though
Officer go, like a turbo
My verbal hurdles infernal
Internal yearnings are burning
The steepest curve that I'm learning
Keep my head above vermin
I'm staying sober for Sega
I speak in codes and in layers
I walk on roads, they survey us
And every way leads to chaos
Got the ball and I'm rolling
I will give you consoling
Know my temperaments golden
All the best lines are stolen
Moving faster and pacing
Absorbing too much information
Secret handshakes of masons
Ancient Roman incantations
I'll be curing your patients
Like I got no limitations
They's collect your taxations
And protect you from temptations