Jolly Good Fellow

[ti:Jolly Good Fellow] [ar:D-Sisive] [al:Run With The Creeps] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Jolly Good Fellow - D-Sisive [00:01.06] [00:11.90]I've been writing black and white trying to fill some color in [00:15.02]Pencil crayon scribbling finger paint brushing [00:17.25] [00:17.76]But the brights that I choose lose life once the color hits [00:21.00]The white of the canvas I lie on the canvas [00:23.73]Behind my dukes up in a pair of oven mitts [00:26.85]Eyes closed throwing jabs hoping that a punch connects [00:29.81]But all I ever hit is wind and my chin stops another knuckle hit [00:33.76]A sucker for punishment down for another 10 [00:36.59]Then up I get black eyes bloody lips [00:39.05] [00:39.76]Spit in a bucket trying to rinse out the muddy red [00:42.10] [00:42.73]Through my mailbox slot slides another bill [00:45.57]Bone thugs first of the month coming up with rent [00:48.05] [00:48.62]My agent booked me a show for a hundred quid [00:51.15] [00:51.70]60 bucks spent on gas and my supper [00:54.31]So the luxurious life's a hundred miles from my touch and grip [00:57.43]Back to my 9 to 5 or trying to find another gig [01:00.19] [01:00.84]8 a m on the bus to another shift [01:02.70] [01:03.46]Eight hours feeling f**king dead swallow Atavan [01:05.61] [01:06.46]To take off the f**king edge edge solo pluck and shred [01:09.31]Bono don't let my bloody Sunday f**king end [01:11.67] [01:12.19]Blackberry buzzing wife sends another text [01:15.22]The only human on this planet that I love to death [01:17.98] [01:19.02]Ever since my father and my mother left [01:20.91] [01:21.44]She was heaven sent her words feed me like fuel [01:24.39]'Til I get home and kiss her on her puckered lips [01:27.17]She tells me she loves me [01:28.87] [01:29.57]I sit in darkness coming up with songs for another record [01:32.54] [01:33.26]A couple steps on my treadmill [01:34.68] [01:35.56]I see a Silhouette in a small T shirt and underwear [01:38.41] [01:39.02]Begging me to come bed I'll be another minute [01:41.74]It's 4 a m and I'm sleeping on the floor again [01:44.47] [01:45.02]Keith herring book playing pillow under head [01:47.70]Writing black and white trying to fill some color in [01:51.00]Pencil crayon scribbling finger paint brushing [01:53.44]But the brights that I choose lose life once the color hits [01:56.20] [01:56.77]The white of the canvas I lie on the canvas [01:59.16] [01:59.70]A frozen snow angel a jolly good fellow [02:02.61]Nobody can deny trying to write a f**king hit [02:05.57] [02:07.05]Hehe [02:07.24] [02:08.34]For he's a jolly good fellow [02:09.44] [02:10.22]For he's a jolly good fellow [02:11.49] [02:12.22]For he's a jolly good fellow [02:13.46] [02:14.38]Which nobody can deny [02:15.18] [02:15.93]Which nobody can deny [02:16.96] [02:17.63]Which nobody can deny [02:18.62] [02:19.68]For he's a jolly good fellow [02:21.25] [02:23.13]Which nobody can deny