Preston Pans

I’ve bin a lot of places, and shook some dodgy hands
But I ain’t bin any where worse than Preston pans

You know I love you baby, you know my love is pure
But by the time you read this, I’d have legged it out the door

I’ve had shoppin trips to Baghdad, I’ve seen Afghanistan
But I never got shot, more times than Preston pans
Oh yeah what can a schemey do
So got back to your momma, and she’ll beat the shit out of you

I need to get my head straight; I need a fucking plan,
I need to get my ass out of dodgy Preston pans
I don’t want a baby; at least I don’t want one that’s yours
So I blew the child support on nasty fucking whores
You know I love, but I love you no more
I hope you don’t get shitty and know the fuckin score

Man I’ve seem some shitty places, I’ve shook Mugabi’s hand
But I’ve never greased more palms, than in fucking Preston pans
Oh yeah that’s what us scheme’s do
So go back to your momma and she’ll be killing you

I’ve bin all round the world and I I I
Yeah I’ve bin all round the world and I I I
Can’t find my, steaming baby
Where the fuck can she be,
I must have left her
In the pans, in the pans
Where the sun never shines
Break it down
Some one torched my car
Some one torched my car
And some ones gon’na pay
But maybe not today

So schemey girl, take my hand
And lead me from Preston pans
I won’t take this any more
Can’t keep skeamin on & on

© 6/2/2009Alex Kyriacou