Letra de 'I Like My Nights Dark' de Dirty Dike

I have been mean
Pity, unjust, sinful, vicious, horrible
I have been mean

They were babies in the crèche trying to weld their heads together
Like street-cornered gimps trying to sell their flesh forever
They spent the summer sweating in December weather
Trying to line the pockets of their barely breathing debt collector
Treat every animal as a fungal disease
And filed every lost year as a smudge on my jeans
I walked past the beggar clutching his knees
Plump tear-ducts like a swelling pustule that bleeds
He ate his corpse and caught a virus
I chewed through the city with these reinforced incisors as I absorb detritus
Crimson gums stuffed with titanium
Flicking through my future like an uninterested alien
Cradling my cranium, wrapped around a cheap floozy
The star of every under-budget B-movie
I sat still and let this liquor eat through me
Guzzling your envious intentions in a green smoothie

I like my nights dark
I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch, when I'm walking through the bits
Got them bricks green with envy
I like my nights dark
And I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch, when I'm walking to my crib
Until the pigs fucking get me

Me and death on a stretch pad, petrol in the air when I rev
We met desperate, I was selling dead leopards in debt
He said: I sell tellies, spell letters and yes
Repel any help, levelly respect it and jet
We gelled steadily, pelling [?] like his cloak in the wind
I'd tell you everything I know if I could only begin
Stroking his chin, stopping as I hop off the back
Knots in my back, swear I've got my hospital swag
Osteopath, doctors couldn't stop what I have
Bad posture, mad lust, sad slub and I'm glad
Another record I'll be stuck in your brain
Money and fame can suck a fucking bucket of pain
I place love and courage well above a thumb in the cake
And hate coming up as nothing but a fucking disgrace
The [?] muffins, the fenestrated twenty fake cousins
With a getaway truck to make whatever say something
And I've still got balls to break, walls to paint
A stack of mister CBs [?] for Paul to take
You stay small while I'm smacking off a dream that we share
Beat with a snare, doesn't even seem like I care
Teeth of a bear, penis made of Jesus' hair
When I speak, I kick frees to the squeak of my chair
Beast in the lair, diamond with a chip in the dirt
Deserved every bit of prison that he did and he served
Split with his bird, at first being single was worse
But then he figured his existence in a singular word
He kept a secret like a kid on a graff' charge
Act hard, screaming with a gram and a cash card
Splat scars, fat slappers, anchor and crash cars
Adam's apple ragged as a back of a slapped arse

I like my nights dark
I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch, when I'm walking through the bits
Got them bricks green with envy
I like my nights dark
And I like my streets empty
Every alleyway's my bitch, when I'm walking to my crib
Until the pigs fucking get me