Mm, uh huh... I epitomise ‘civilised’.
I use posh silverware for my dinnertime psilocybs.
I hold my knife in the right hand, searching bins for pies.
I’m so civilised I refer to skets as ‘women’, and call bitches ‘mine’.
My lyrics got that Dylan vibe...
If Dylan had a different vibe.
If Dylan was a philistine spitting dumb ass shit about fists and knives.
I’m so civilised, I even sympathise like I give a shite.
I’m so civilised, I politely say thanks when I nick a bike.
I’m so civilised, I deck my whole street in Christmas lights...
Those red and blue ones which keep drifting by when I commit a crime.
I’m civilised... I sit in business ties, and say shit like ‘quickly guys, I need the figures Mike’...
When there isn’t even a Mike in the room, it’s just Tim and I.
(Tim’s my porpoise).