text: Woke up, Peckham Rye at half five
  Boy on the ground with his pants down
  What happened to him in his past life?
  What happened to him in his park side?
  Roads were busy, buses passed by
  I wonder who saw me, I was the last guy
  Think it was Willem
  He said I was headed in through the poolside
  I hustled the cold keys til 5AM
  But all I got was swept aside
  Like the pesticide in your vegetables
  It sounds like
  Like the worries of those at the worst times
  Like the worries of those at the worst times
  Like the worries of those at the worst times
  Like the worries of those at the worst times
  Not again, its Peckham Rye at half five
  Boy on the ground with his pants down
  What happened to him in his past life?
  Spilled blood from his dome in his past time
  Has it happened again? Is the skull slight?
  Is the gold fine?
  At least my nose aint bent, but my brains fryin
  Think they asked for a light, then they offered a line
  Fought from some worst of men, but Im glad to decline
  Mustve triggered somethin, enhanced masculine
  And after I squish it in, self-esteem insulin
  That contorts the glows at the worst times
  It contorts the glows at the worst times
  This contorts the glows at the worst times
  It contorts the glow at the worst times 
  A waste of time
  A waste of time
  A waste of time
  A waste of time
  A waste of time
  A waste of time
  A waste of time
  A waste
  Sick
  Um, then, Ill be quick then
  Ive pinched a van off work tonight
  I didnt, I didnt get an answer off you about the amp
  I was seeing if I could just drop that
  I dont know if your mums in tonight or anyone
  Just drop that round, if thats alright