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Dr SyntaxSlow Down Lyrics

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Hook x2
    • It seems like certain people need to slow down
    • Sit and zone out, but they don't know how
    • They're burning loads of pounds
    • But I'm in no doubt
    • When the candle blow [?]
    • It'll get blown out
Dr Syntax
    • Can you really see Synners
    • Getting down to some big-cheese business?
    • Every month, holding more than three figures
    • I've seen that scene
    • And that scene seems vicious
    • Keen-witted mean-spirits
    • Fiending for riches, me
    • I couldn't deal with it
    • I'll sooner be seen swimming
    • In deep rivers wearing concrete slippers
    • It's wrong that I should feel privileged when
    • Given a fleeting glimpse of free living once my weeks finished
    • Maybe I'm one of those weak quitters
    • But I can't work all day
    • And only rest for fifteen minutes
    • Eating TV dinners
    • Steady trying to keep diligent
    • Thinking of my annual beach visit
    • So ask me what I'm doing instead, just
    • Scooping a bit of bread and butter
    • While pursuing interests
    • And you might think I'm stupid
    • As a foolish inbred
    • Used to sittin' on a stoop
    • With a group of pissheads
    • But it's rare that my mood is intense
    • Cuz I created a relaxing ambiance
    • Without using incense
    • So accuse me while using a pertruding index
    • Cuz it's true that I'm a loser
    • With his future in shreds
    • But I produce a sick text
    • When I use a Bic pen
    • Something in me ticks
    • Like a superhuman sixth sense
    • Observing life through a thick lens
    • Watching steadily
    • Using time to rest
    • Thus preserving my longevity
Hook x2
    • It seems like certain people need to slow down
    • Sit and zone out, but they don't know how
    • They're burning loads of pounds
    • But I'm in no doubt
    • When the candle blow [?]
    • It'll get blown out
Mole
  • It's Tuesday night, man
  • I'm craving spliff and hot food
  • But not more than pound a drink
  • And shit pop tunes
  • A lot lost to the work-drink work-drink
  • Puzzled punters glugging jugs
  • To make the words fit (What?)
  • A [double] something always
  • Tugging at the purse-strings
  • And now they're sloppy 'round the edges
  • Like a first kiss
  • I'm not the worst; it's
  • Just a casual pastime
  • Nothing serious
  • Just here to drink the bar dry
  • Chuckle at our troubles as they shrink into the dark night
  • Follow my reflection as it's sinking
  • With my last pint
  • We're on the brink of being
  • Victims of the far right
  • But can't resist because we're
  • Twisted by this fast life
  • I drifted in from last night
  • Thinkin' how it's
  • A little bit odd that we see time as a commodity
  • When if a man was lost at sea
  • Without a clock to read
  • Imprisoned by his prophesy
  • Allowing his return upon
  • Accomplishment of odyssey
  • He could quite possibly
  • Arrive to find the hand had only moved from one to three
  • Think about it logically
  • Or don't if you're too busy
  • But choose quickly
  • Cuz pretty soon they'll be selling special
  • Seconds of your life online for 2.50
  • Who's with me?!
  • Nah, I thought not
  • Cuz then you'd have to slow down
  • And if I'm really honest with you
  • Then I couldn't go now
  • Just leave with no sound
  • Like this life was worth nothing;
  • All possessions thrown down
  • Possessions thrown down
  • Possessions thrown down
  • Possessions thrown down
  • Possessions thrown down, down, down