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Another day in The Dub

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Living

Just enough for the city

Living... with your ma cause those yuppie vultures reclaimed our kips cast out for culture

Class

The cultchies keep telling us the good times are back like no-one's suffering

They turned their biggest fuck up into a Starbucks like we don't have enough of them

Still it's Bread & Butter

Getting rubber

Chip shop drama

Me aul one says there's nothing like 'Home Sweet Home'

I says NAMA

The grass is shit here

And I need something greener

Been a while since my bird had to fly away and I still haven't seen her

Not a peep

Just a beep of a leap card tap & the only fella making sense on my telly's head's wrapped in a spar bag

Suffocating

Off yer trolley

Fuck the patients

Jaysus

Back to basics

Fuck off ye sap ye

Yer Ma's yer Da

Yeah!? We'll your Ma only had ye cause she had te

But the youth know

The Lost Society haunted by blue ghosts

It's bag a cans man

'sgrand few tunes

Have you smokes?

But the memories faded like the stamp on me wrist

I haven't had enough, I just had a dance and got pissed

I'm the good catholic, the atheist, the agnostic

The prodigal son, the rapper, the lirrel bollix

And from your street to Moore St. you find the fruits of the spirit

It's house music all night long yeah pal and I'm widdih

What are ye sayin? where ye from? what are ye on?

What's my name, What's the time? Where's it gone?

The reason

The Rhyme

And I fit the crime in this ghost estate of mind in this ghost estate of mine

But they told me get a job and build a bridge

Skip the kids to fill the fridge

Old streets

Phone beeps

Soaked sheets

No sleep

Pay the price for a good time

Take a swipe at a love life

Wake up 6 years later

Hate your haircut

With a note on the table that says she's heard enough

But you missed out on Sydney now, for you it's just a dream

It's just half pans and scrapped plans stewing in the schemes

So you piss about in 'Back To Education' or get a go nowhere to get your fathers medication

But the back of me eyelids are still singing 'Benediction'

At a sacrament of a gaffer in the kitchen

Wake up beside the fear and it hits deep

Buddy ye won't shake that til yer six deep

But for now it's casual clothes

Casualties and births

Highs and Lows

It's tha Casual Work