Holy Holy Lyrics

Are you serious

I have a mind full of mischief from the science periods

When Mr Malone went bright vermillion trying to teach idiots

Many moons before I hung my shame

On my sex and my privilege

Before we became mice minded men with kiddywinks

Before Nick went

Before time dimmed your brilliance

Back when we huddled round cigarettes like moons

And cassettes passed hands full of punk and wu tang clan tunes

The refrain we'd say was

Oi mate

This is Eden

The funfair's in for a day, in for a day

Then the council comes to whisk it away

Leaving a litter strewn park and half a stick of candy

Floss the kids are randy

Lost they're splitting tabs and jostling for a lick of mandy

They're off their tits and amped up

Somebody stick a ramp up

They're boshing Lynx from out the lid

And Bob's too pissed to stand up

Stacy hold him back

He's starting on older lads

Doing his Hulk impression up and down the cul de sac

Callum's teaching me to roll a fag it's skills for life

Lesson five

Lesson six - trying to get inside those polyester tights

I'm in love with Bex tonight

She's wearing a Rug Rats T shirt

The soundtrack is vomit, with poppers for the reverb

What a crock of creatures we were

Seeds of gods and goddesses

Posh kids mixed in with the sons of cleaners

Newly conscious of our penises but not our limits

All of us rocked the Wu Tang

Nobody got the lyrics

Very accomplished mimics though

Still in the gleam of after

Birth we learn the shape of words

Fill in the meaning after

And it is holy holy

These are the stones that know me

Leave em alone and never move them

I have built a shrine

And it is holy holy

These are the roads that growed me

I'll take em with me to the finish line

Finish line

All of it holy holy

These are the stones that know me

Leave em alone and never move them

I have built a shrine

And it is holy holy

These are the roads that growed me

I'll take em with me to the finish line

Finish line

Portrait of the artist as a young eejit

Ornate as a vase sits full of dumb secrets-

Always getting arsey with my mum she is

Saintly. Patient. Believing

Giving me love, applauding all my shaky-brained achievements

Making sure that there's a kitchen full of baked potato steam

For me to ride my Raleigh back to every sacred evening

Gravy stained my T shirt. We called dinner supper

My mama lived through struggle so she aimed for middle upper

We repayed her nicking stuff from Clifton that we could've bought

And Toby taught the ways of mischief to his little brother

Playing knockout ginger. Blims of hash up in the sock draw

Dominic had cable so we watched porn

Learning rude German there at number fourteen,

However small it seems, nothing's deeper than your story

Cos it is holy holy

These are the stones that know me

Leave em alone and never move them

I have built a shrine

And it is holy holy

These are the roads that growed me

I'll take em with me to the finish line

Finish line

And it is holy holy

These are the stones that know me

Leave em alone and never move them

I have built a shrine

And it is holy holy

These are the roads that growed me

I'll take em with me to the finish line

Finish line

And if you see him up there tell him mickey finn's closed

Tell him I'm still looking in at windows 

Trying to write raps & metaphors

Tell him griptape doesn't scuff my daps anymore

And Stokes Croft is covered in coffee shops like coldsores

Tell him Eddie still never calls up, but it is all love

Tell him kids smashed the storefront singing my chorus

How d'you like them onions? Tell him I may never break through

But we'll go for a fuckoff massive skate if I do

It's all holy