The Strife Aquatic

Blunted behind the counter at the nether of my tether
Boss leering over like "you're here forever"
The minute I blaze up and fell enough steeples
Or drop by that mill to hug all the right people
I'll be out to Iceland to hash out my woes
With your cunt-crossed boss' spin teacher in-toe yeah
I've been here since day and if you don't believe me you can check me resume

Fifty hours, three years and nine pints of blood
Was what it took to get DS from beneath my hood
Tunes wrought out of the lands I frequent
The places where tirelessly treacle I've bent
Grafted, spent, shafted, swapped skronk for stonk
Chopped baroque pop on lock
Lived the strife aquatic, life schematics of a world dramatic
One man stage play cues from my namesake
A Paranoid King on a Sheftown ting
A Salopian fling

Back behind the counter at the nether of my tether
Pam sidles up like "which is better?"
"The Brahms? The Glass? The Chamber? The Mass?"
Shit I don't care and shit I don't ask
Cause I'm elsewhere out there drunk at your expense
Getting agg on the mic but in my defence
I cut my teeth on late night broadcasts thence
And I can still take you through those beats in present tense