There’s nobody here but Gus

Feel the motion, total devotion
One great feeling of pride
Skeamy drug boy,
Light fingered feeling of joy
The great explosion, of crime
When you sleep tight
You don’t feel rite
There’s a hand going through
Your wallet and pass port

I had some cash, now there’s nothing but dust
And there’s no body here but Gus

Talking eating, drinking what’s eating
There’s a burger in my pint
Nock his block off
Put his head through a phone box
The psycho feeling, of pride
Coz it feels rite
It don’t look nice
There are 1,000,000 reasons
Why you’ll get fucked up

Coz I’m nasty, and fucking insensitive

I had some cash, now there’s nothing but dust
And there’s no body here but Gus.
Still you skeam so hard just to get what you want
Now there’s nobody here but Gus

With an empty space in the drummer’s seat
And all you friend’s, want to give you beats
It’s no wander you’re feeling worthless
You had you chance, but you took too much
Now there’s nobody here but Gus
Nobody here but Gus.
Any more

Deadikated to Ged

©6/9/2009 Alex Kyriacou