Luyện nghe bài hát Pranging Out

I get back from tour and it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face at quarter to 11am

You're out,
I see you (I feel awful)
This is talking to me,
This aint funny (The irons been on in my house has been in for 4 fucking weeks)
I see you,
I'm about to do stupid

I daren't say what my manager got and smacked me, these headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary my brandy, the rock and roll clich walks in and then
me.
Carelessly wreckin' out prang just to handle the fear, I do a line but then panic cos I a bit
prangy.
So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease off the pain, then when it starts wearing off I just a bit sad.
more tour support and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my head is madly banging.
The only reason I started was to still be here laughing, the only reason I started this was to
still be laughing.

You're out,
I see you,
voice is talking to me,
This aint even
I see you,
I'm about to do stupid.

The girl in my bed was kinda distant right now, I know thinking she's a bit frightened somehow,
I don't think she realised what I'd her back to my house.
I don't anyone to see me like this right now,
All sorts of thoughts back in my eyes,
I've been a poor thoughts dance in my mind,
A banging headache, prang by their side,
Dancing with the pictures from the of my life,
I don't remember any of what I just at all,
The conclusion prior to I forgot it all,
Panicking a bit, getting frightened of all,
So nursing my bruise I drink right the bottle,
I want anyone I know to see me like this,
My fibs in single became in lists,
She's sell/tell no doubt,
Fuck it I'm not gonna stop drinking though, I for now.

You're out,
I see you,
voice is talking to me,
This aint funny.
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

My laptop must have slipped and gone to sleep,
the prang this pain was to dawn on me,
Around the time I was trying to con some sleep,
And the new day on me was nearly in here,
I must flaked while I inputted, waging loads more.
Cos I on bookings, way to tow the score.
Why do I break my rules not to anymore?
I'd flaked on the bookings and totalled on the score,
I've got a problem, but my minds spinning out,
I remembered the website the wine and the stout,
My of fear made me forget how fucked I had been,
This time I'm drying my eyes and a fucking bleed,
my phone off when my promo guy phones me,
The day before nasty with my manager when he only bit me,
I threw his wallet out of the window as it was heated,
He said 'Sort life out' as he punched me over to my feet.

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You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
This aint even
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

Right now logic states I to be not contemplating suicide,
Cos with rational thought it would seem that I need to be not the stuff that makes death seem like
an option,
I need a totally trojan plan now.