paroles de chanson Mallory & Josephine - Dirty Dike

Clean the house I'll fuck it up in 50 seconds flat
She had the charismatic talent of a panicked rat
Eyes jagged as a dagger in an Adam's app
10 pound bag of smack swaggers
What the slapper had
She shared her flat with a split personality
One set of digits and his pimp servant mallory
And mallory was fit sitting crisp burning salary
Working big city dick and skirt lifting casually
She sold coke saved up and bought tits
In a loose vain attempt put some slits in her wrist (she did?)
You know the type the therapist box ticked
Obligatory youre depressed and begging for cotching
She fit in
Smacking it rich the full victim
Sniffing back to pimp daddy fisting in a kitchen
It took a minute 'for she did it but she did it
Smashed mirrors everywhere from digging in her spirit

Stains mark danger
Creeping out the rain cant save ya
Speak about the same past failure
Mallory and josephine were neighbours
Living like strangers swapping coke currency for favours

She fucked up back in the day
Her dad raped her
Told her "it's a secret" he was doing her a favour
She got sectioned when she tried to explain
Which only left her brain frightened and a life full of pain
Her sick mother sat drank and simply awkwardly said
"Your other sisters all fine it must be all in your head"
What a certified way to send a human deranged
To prove she's great she now sits and hoovers the Caine
Bruisin her brain
Taking legs two of the same
Getting paid like a slave in a room that she hates
This shit'll never be the same if she could move it away
But she can't cause shes brainwashed confused and insane
And its a shame
I once suggested finding her dad, tying him down and stabbing him with knives in the mouth
She merely looked at me a sighed
Like her minds in the clouds
And whispered "pipe down its live now theres clients about"

Stains mark danger
Creeping out the rain cant save ya
Speak about the same past failure
Mallory and josephine were neighbours
Living like strangers swapping coke currency for favours