Black Tar Hero

I got my chin up high, I'm on a strut to my death
My heart is pounding like I'm up next in Russian roulette
Here's the subtext I'm subject to some suspect debts
And now I'm on my way to go collect a succulent cheque
Some call me criminal, I reply with fuck it you bet
That's what you get when you've got trouble coming up to your neck
I told a couple little muppets gimme something for rent
And when I done it, stuck a Stanley up under his neck
Forgot to cover my tracks, and I get pulled up by the feds
Got the knife in my clutch, now I'm caught my hands red
Like a gardas gut I tuck it back up under my vest
He grabbed the scruff of my neck and said you're under arrest
Fuck

Here mate ye haven't got a shot of 2 euro for a hostel have ye
Or even, an ye swap me a tenner for a bitta change I'm after missing me bus

They got me stuck I'm impaled, withdrawing, fuck I'm in hell
Stuck in a cell, I need a fucking buck for the bail
I can't wait interrogation man just fuck me in jail
I'm pacing back and forth raging cas I know I done failed
Criminality is cyclical, my family are criminals
The baphot put his hands on me
At harmony I'm cynical
Waiting for the court date, shit talking is my forte
I'd be chatting up a nun, convince her into foreplay
I'll tell the judge its OK, portray it as some horseplay
Curtsey out the doorway and start another workday
But Fuck sake, the judge already knows me
And hes looking like he wants to burry up and roll me
He said do you understand the charge held against you Noley
The only charge I understand is what I have to pay for rollies
And I guess he didn't like that, he said to me with pride man
If I could I would have sentenced you to life pal

Here i was talking to this auld one there the other day yeah
And I was asking her if she'd go in- or if she had a few quid for me
And she went into the Spar she done
And she came out with a fucking sambo
Like, love, d'ye expect me to fucking whack a sambo on a spoon and bang it into me arm
What are ye at

Gotta make the most of shit where ever you are
Behind bars, I'm accumulating cuts and scars
Tough cards, I'm after getting stung by the guard
He caught me sniffing, huffing dust up from off of a card
Got it off some cunt mark who smuggled it
By tucking it and shoving it in up under his arse
Fuck sake, they think I'm after ratting my brains
Your all Snakes, hiding under shales and slate
I was walking in the canteen went to grab a plate
When my mate stuck me in the gut with a makeshift blades
Hip hip Hooray, I'm on my way to St. James
I'm gonna get a bitta morphine and a bed for the day
I made it out and intact, I guess it ain't all bad,
Because I'm back, sleeping in the street in my sack
And I can always get a fix as long as I got the cash
But man its drying up quick, and the shakes hit fast

Here have you got a smoke for me have ye
Nah sorry mate I don't smoke
Whacha mean you don't smoke I'm after seeing ye put one out in the bin
That wasn't a fuckin- that was me chicken fillet roll ye mad cunt
What are you on about
Whacha mean what am I on about
What
Ahh here go way from me will you
You're after coming up to me about smokes
You're the one coming up to me mate taking about fucking this and that
I had a chicken fillet roll like
Whose a bleeding crack head I'm no crack head
Unintelligible crack-head ramblings