Powdered Prosthetic

Somewhere in Maida Vale A penthouse trendy flat Somehow I’ve wound up here Getting daggers from the cat My wraps still in my pocket I dare not take it out I’ll just sit here all paranoid And kill myself with snout Actors, models, Djs They’re all mooching around Kissing on both cheeks A cab home’s twenty pound Just can’t seem to blend in The conversation’s weird White people with dreadlocks And silly goatee beards Once again the gear Is in the driving seat It’s took me out all night I won’t admit defeat She’s beautiful the dark haired girl She don’t fit in like me If only my jaw’d stop rotating I’d ask her home with me Better check on my mate Charlie He’s waiting in the loo After this I’m going home Two fat lines, one, two That’s better, that’s the stuff Now I’m blending in I’ve gotta kick that f 'ing cat No beer left, only gin Shall I make a phone call Shall I get more gear This lot will give me sixty quids Coke in Maida Vale is dear The dark haired tart She’s bang on me She smiles from ear to ear Oh she’s coming towards me D’you know who’s got any gear ?