| The kindest heart a prime example of a shining star |
| You’ll find her dancing like the 90s in a silent park |
| She spoke her mind and intertwined it with the finest art |
| And never sniffed a line despite the diamonds and igniting sparks |
| But subtly, grubbily, destructively, it sucked her in And tucked her into bed like chucking rubbish in the fucking bin |
| It’s quick disposal this chick picks her nose and lives hopeful |
| In ripped shitty clothes tripping global |
| She can’t function on her feet, slumbered in the street |
| If it ain’t the drugs or money it’s the company she keeps |
| And her mates think it’s funny when she’s sucking on her knees |
| At a festival in front of everybody for a g So her life changed quickly, mind games living in a white cage |
| Giving into lines saying sniff me, white dread gypsies, tents in abandoned yards |
| Standing in the centre with a kestrel and a strangled heart |
| And I don’t wanna say the word or advertise the crap |
| Or take away your dignity to magnify the trap |
| But it’s a fact: it turns you into nothing but a tramp |
| And the last thing that’s ever gonna love you is your rap |
| She turned and looked at me, a face like I could chuck for free |
| Like she could read me like a book but look she couldn’t see |
| The crystallised cheated desperation in her sunken eyes |
| Disguised by the cushion in a rounder state of drugs and lies |
| And fuck she tries, she tries with every bump she hides |
| She chose direction over sex I guess the compass dies |
| She fucking cries the tears wash her face away |
| From day to day she takes the razor blades and play the game |
| Scrapey scrape across the plate she plays that song alone |
| Sex pig rotten clothes neck drips swallow those |
| Next trip doctors yo and I don’t wanna patronize |
| But catheter’s a fucking ugly look and those are massive lines |
| She plays a litre like a heart with AIDS |
| And let’s the dealer smash the barge when she’s half his age |
| She drinks tequila in the bath and tries to part her pain |
| But only makes the demon start to laugh and whisper pass the K And I don’t wanna say the word or advertise the crap |
| Or take away your dignity to magnify the trap |
| But it’s a fact it turns you into nothing but a tramp |
| And the last thing that’s ever gonna love you is your rap |