Crying

Smalley Smalley
Why do you cry?
Smalley Smalley
Why did you lie?
We knew you had your finger in pie,
We're not fucking thick, just because we are high

We saw through your fickle games,
a man on dole,
or a man in pain?

100 taxi's
in 100 days
a taxi to opal,
no time is too late
cos we saw you sneak off in the dark
a rucksack packed with your love ridden heart
toothbrush, boxers, a lunchbox of bud
are you going to sell her a draw, or some love?

we saw through you
from day fucking one
every last lie that slipped from your tounge
punishment came without the need for a gun
cos we pissed in your shoes, and I slept with your mum