Lyrics Prangin' Out - The Streets
I
get
back
from
tour
and
suddenly
it
doesn't
seem
like
much
fun
to
be
off
my
face
at
quarter
to
11am
You're
prangin
out,
I
see
through
you
(I
feel
awful)
This
voice
is
talking
to
me,
This
aint
even
funny
(The
irons
been
on
in
my
house
has
been
in
for
4 fucking
weeks)
I
see
through
you,
I'm
about
to
do
something
stupid
I
daren't
say
what
my
manager
got
lairy
and
smacked
me,
these
headaches
are
getting
unbearably
nasty.
smacked
me.
Carelessly
wreckin'
out
prang
just
to
handle
the
fear,
I
do
a
line
but
then
panic
cos
I
feel
a
bit
prangy.
So
I
glug
marlon
from
the
bottle
to
ease
off
the
pain,
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
to
still
be
here
laughing,
the
only
reason
I
started
this
was
to
still
be
here
laughing.
You're
pranging
out,
I
see
through
you,
This
voice
is
talking
to
me,
This
aint
even
funny
I
see
through
you,
I'm
about
to
do
something
stupid.
The
girl
in
my
bed
was
kinda
distant
right
now,
I
know
she's
thinking
she's
a
bit
frightened
somehow,
I
don't
think
she
realised
what
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
cant
for
now.
You're
pranging
out,
I
see
through
you,
This
voice
is
talking
to
me,
This
aint
even
funny.
I
see
you
through
you,
I'm
about
to
do
something
stupid.
My
laptop
must
have
slipped
down
and
gone
to
sleep,
Before
the
prang
this
pain
was
to
dawn
on
me,
Around
the
time
I
was
sketching
trying
to
con
some
sleep,
And
the
new
day
on
me
was
nearly
dawning
in
here,
I
must
have
flaked
while
I
inputted,
waging
loads
more.
Cos
I
staked
on
bookings,
way
to
tow
the
score.
Why
do
I
break
my
rules
not
to
wager
anymore?
I'd
flaked
on
the
bookings
and
majorly
totalled
on
the
score,
I've
got
a
simple
problem,
but
my
minds
spinning
out,
I
remembered
the
website
between
the
wine
and
the
stout,
My
rush
of
fear
made
me
forget
how
fucked
I
had
been,
This
time
I'm
drying
my
eyes
and
a
fucking
nose
bleed,
Turning
my
phone
off
when
my
promo
guy
phones
me,
The
day
before
getting
nasty
with
my
manager
when
he
only
bit
me,
I
threw
his
wallet
out
of
the
window
as
it
was
growing
heated,
He
said
'Sort
your
life
out'
as
he
punched
me
over
to
my
feet.
You're
pranging
out,
I
see
through
you,
This
voice
is
talking
to
me,
This
aint
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.
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