Backseat Barz The Streets (Ft. Loud Mouth)

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]

Nein, Danke

Walk into the sea with clothes on
See what I'm fucking smoking is so long
Talking all the jokes with the poking
Once wanted to inspire debate, dissent and war
To enlighten, outrage and provoke and clog up the blogosphere
But like the artist's impression of the guilty verdict
I wear the watch of a pilot and fly
In the black Range Rover hanging back til its over in the back watching Boardwalk Empire
But it's a fact not phony that the tracks not pony, I'm attacked with desire and go higher
Throw everything in on an unknowing whim, before showing our cards to the stars
Like the walking wounded, they walk all moody
Mawkish dudes who are awkward or boring
It's not a bad vibe when your glad to be alive
For every different opinion is out there, gently listening or bent on shouting
Very much doubting or concurring sternly
The eternal whirring like the world we turn on
Boxes of photos in the loft that look off
Cough in the detritus before stopping for a moment at a picture of a loved one
Sit and think memories that fill me gently, nearly
I have no position to bargain
So I don't listen to arguing
I do what I do
Value all my allies
Just in an alley by a bar's a bargain
Nearly