EVO VIII

Verse1
I took the knob off the door, so she won’t come in no more,
Because my room fucking stinks, of sperm, dope and evo stick.
My porn mags block the door, should I glue it shut?
Or sniff a little more, just a little more?

Chorus
Driving around in my EVO8, my eyes glazed like dinner plates.
Gluing and playing the techno, with no real place to go.

Bridge
I mean I’m from this world, or the next one.
My brain is shot, my mind is sick.
Every day, I inhale deeper.
I’m from the world of evo stick.
Inside my head, my brain cells fuse,
From years of abusing, high strength glue.

Verse 2
My mum thinks that I’m a mess, but my mates think that I’m the best.
‘Man you always got the glue, that’s why we hang with you.’
My body’s yours, my head ain’t mine, in EVO land I spend my time.
But my Dad’s too drunk to even tell, he lives in pubs and sleeps in cells.

Chorus
Driving around in my EVO8, my eyes glazed like dinner plates.
I slipped her a pill at the quarter mile, her eye balls are fixed and so is the smile.

Outro
Driving around in my EVO8, my baby’s thin as an after8.
I glued my self to the radio, just glued my ass to this fat old ‘ho.
Spewing and laying the techno, my driving styles out of control.
I wrapped my car round a lamp post; it’s the loss of teeth that hurts the most.
I got stoned and totalled my car, and spent a whole mother in ER.
Life’s shit with out my EVO8, leave the dinner, eat the plate.

©Wednesday, 08 July 2009 Alex Kyriacou