Lyrics Tidy Nice and Neat - The Streets , Ghostpoet

Oh its tidy nice and neat

Enter into debt as your appetite gets whet, endeavour to sweat it out, bet then bet then double doubt, walls of stony clad that recall such lonley madness, never been a call or phone you lad, next in line for a phoney fad,
Lets see what we find looking for any time
Look i try to keep things tidy but im feeling all the same, keep my natter in the fray but its leaky chat thats leaked, inky problems causing trouble boris becker and for mug, got me feeling like a lump
So im sitting here all grump, towing lines all day, this leads to buy except the k, all work and no play makes ghost a dull dog, yeah i tend to talk a lot and my actions are squeaky, not as quiet as a mouse, hush pupping in my heedy,
Gobble box in the bling so im sitting on the sink, trying to clean up my glasses trying to clean up my think, but my tounge keeps dipping and slipping on the sea and the fish start lipping and dragging me beneath

Im in armour would just take my arm, its a bizzare and crazy farm, beautiful days lazy calm but lazy calm can maybe harm, smoke a pack til the pack is black, choke til your lungs are a hacking black
Invoking memories of chimney stacks, cold in little bits of slack, make the curtain twitch and peek, take a certain pitch in cheek, play the innocent little geek, listen to peaceful clicks and squeaks.

Oh its tidy nice and neat.