The Streets: Pranging out

I get back from touringSuddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my faceAt a quarter to eleven amYou're prangin' outI see through youI feel awfulThis voice's talkin' to meThis ain't funny??? my house for four fucking weeksI see through youI'm about to do something stupidI dare say why my manager got lary and smacked meThese headaches are gettin' unbearably nastyStaring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with me brandyThe rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked meCarelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fearI do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'dSo I glug marlon from the bottle to ease of the panicThen when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sadSnort more tour support, and then have a drinkThe bruise on the side of my head is madly bangingThe only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'You're prangin' outI see through youThese voices talkin' to meThis aint funnyI see through youI'm about to do something stupidThe girl in my bed is kinda distant right now,I know shes thinkin' shes a bit frightened somehow,I don't think she relised what i'd invited her back to my houseI don't want anyone to see me like this right nowI sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyesI've been a poor sports thoughts dance in my mindA banging headache dancin prang'd by their sideDancin' with the pictures from the past of my lifeI don't remember any of what I just thought at allThe conclusion prior to when I forgot it allPanicing a bit, gettin' frightened 'n fuck allSo nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottleI don't want anyone I know to see my like thisMy fibs and single became lies and listsShe's gonna sell-tell no doubt fuck itI'm not going to start drinkin', no, i can't for nowYou're prangin' outI see through youThese voices talkin' to meThis aint funnyI see through youI'm about to do something stupidMy laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleepBefore the prangers pain must've dawned on meStupid idiot!Around the time i was skethchin tryin to con some sleepAnd the new day on me was nearly dawning in hereI must have flaked while i puttiedWay to loads moreCuz i'd staked on bookingsWaited to tell the scoreWhy do i break my rules not to wager any moreI flaked on the bookings and majorly totalled on the scoreI've got a simple problemBut my minds spinning outI remembered the website between the wine and the stoutThe rush of fear made me forget how fucked i'd beenThis time I'm drying my eyes and a fuckin' nose bleedTurnin' the phone off when my promo bloke phones meEvaded for it got nasty when my manager when he only beat meI threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heatedHe said 'sort your life out' as he punched me onto my feetYou're prangin' outI see through youThese voices talkin' to meThis aint funnyI see through youI'm about to do something stupidYou're prangin' outI see through youThese voices talkin' to meThis aint funnyI see through youI'm about to do something stupidRight now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide'Cause rational thought it would seem that i need not to be doing stuffThat makes death seem like an easier optionI need a totally trojan plan right nowI see through you